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 move, wait for my turn to come up in the deck and hold my breath no, actually share my breath give you all the breath in my lungs just to make sure that you had enough to breath and eat and drink and fuck and forget no, i never wanted to hold your hands and i never wanted to own a knife i never wanted to use it and i never wanted to pretend that i like the way you feel i never wanted to feel you and you didn’t care what i wanted so now I own the knife and the knife belongs to me and I own our world your world And no, you cannot borrow my knife