the knife belongs to me
and i hold the power in the room
and as i run from room to room
chasing your trail of tears
i hold the power in each one
the power to rip the keys
from your greedy, grimy hands
and drive off into a world
you never intended for me to see
your hands,
the ones that hold the keys-
they never asked to hold mine
and i never cared to set down my knife
and wait on your every m...