Carve
Don't raise that hand
A greeting is a curse
I'm breaking down into ashes
Before your calloused eyes
Hate filled the hole you carved
Inside me
So raise your knife again and
Carve me
Mold me to your will
Shape me
Cut me til you fill
Time showed no mercy
The surface still thin
Slice through the plastic
Vent the hate
Shove it through
Raise your knife and
Stab me
Carve me to your will
Mold me
Cut it til you fill
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