A Heart Station

like i’m creating a knife

like a carve is near for a demise

and like the type of hurt that cuts deep

like i’m frustrating, jumping into a leap

for all the breath in the air

all the lost souls in this lair

all the frustration

the love station

a heart was found in a fire station

i put on this knife like a sword

we go out on a hunt for those in love

and more, we kill at the King’s word

we go mad and frustrate cupid’s curve

like a knife for war

like a narcissist in sinking sad

he tugs at his own head

her lips speak sharp as the blade

the mighty is war

the servants are sad

the prey are head

the knife is the blade