Forget the Knives In My Back

Forget the knives in my back For, in every lonely slash; Lies the truth like a lazy cat. Forget! Forget! Forget the bloody hands, Such matter not;fiends possess friends. Clap! Clap! Clap! Thundering-black clouds reign Where my Halo should have been. Lies lacerated fabics of my skin Where my Wings should have been But I am only human; There's only so much I could have seen Forget, forget, forget the dripping blood. Forget,forI am drowning in mud. In a breath of time you won't tell me apart. For, blood is red; bruises are blue And there's nothing new.