Seven Day Sonnet - The Butcher
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We stare down and hold the reigns of regret
we seem to hold our hearts outside of our chests
?
children, deeply ashamed we're
led astray by hot tempered parents
could it have been the storybook life we led
we should have been out enjoying the simple life everyday
they had to impart their ways
the butcher keeps his knives all sharp and clean
he ties his hair back, off of me
the butcher's hands are strong and, feel like clay
he drives his blade down
?
we run
but could not hide away saving face
beaten down we dare not open our mouths again
we'd just rather be silent
?
all these feelings burn out like a flame
leaves a sense of blame
they had to impart their ways
the butcher keeps his knives all sharp and clean
he ties his hair back, off of me
the butcher's hands are strong and, feel like clay
he drives his blade down
all for the better of the day
come back
I should take all of this in a different light
befor the ignorance and doubt
your mouth spits out flies like
water from fountains
sick of??
with your brutal resentment
? away
we cannot just hide
anymore
we're not
?
the butcher keeps his knives all sharp and clean
he ties his hair back, off of me
the butcher's hands are strong and, feel like clay
he drives his blade down
all for the better of the day
all for the better of the day