Ode to Tranquility
It cuts through the room with knife in hand across the skin, it cuts
passes quick to bring myself out of the reference frame to cut the room with knife in hand across the skin, it cuts
so I lie inside its comforting ray of moonlight onto me but it passes quick to bring myself into the reference frame to cut the room with knife in hand across the skin, it cuts
when tranquility passes by time to go and shower my dirty skin with knife in hand across the skin, it cuts