Knife Storms

“Hey, how’s your day been so far?”

You’re a piece of work and it’s art

Getting all hung up on imaginary problems

I’m a piece of work and it ain’t art

Not focusing on what’s real and what’s not

Whatever happens, happens.

“It's been good, just got off of work, what about you?”

I thought your chapter had just started

The fact is your chapter just ended 

There’s a lock-and-key on that book

Just be grateful I gave you the spare

We were angels banished from above

Our only choice was to become demons 

But we were feeling devilishly lucky

Having to not listen to anyone else

Regardless my soul and yours were vibing

Driving and listening to our playlist 

However, your ghouls were dancing 

While mine were snapping and bobbing

You’re going to carry that weight.

“Kinda had a bit of a long day…” 

I’m dreaming a dream I’ll never wake up from 

Like I am standing outside in a goddamn knife storm

Looking at your 2nd-floor window with an umbrella in one hand

And in the other hand an ochre fiddle and blue horn

Just looking for something real and with substance

Just hoping for something to aid self-subsistence

I’m going to carry that weight.

“...But I’m doing alright for now”

I want to forget you, I want to try but I can’t

We were concealing the truth

We were and are made of mistakes

If you get too worried and anxious

About what could possibly go wrong

You might miss an opportunity to do something breathtaking

All you can do is get up and try to make it right

You can’t doubt yourself now

We’re going to carry that weight.

© Niklen 11/26/21