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#household Knife: (to fork) what do you do. Fork: Well, I have an awful job. People stab me into their food and shove me in their mouths. I mean, some people have no respect for forks. Knife: Oh...
Knifes are not daggers in a murderer's hand. They are a tool, used for many a craft. They bring out the best in food. They can cut open that cardboard box which holds your Christmas present.
#household. A man, of sorts, sits up high,. Looking down at all the passers-by,. A lump of wood in his hand,. He whittles away, like it's planned,. Meticulous invention of shape,.
#household The knife dropped with blood from the crime that had been committed. A gloved hand grasped it and a young boy lay on the floor. Blood seeped through his clothing.
#Household It's time to put the knife away, It's time to live another day. It's time for me to recognise, That this knife holds a thousand lies.
#household. i follow you i'm always there. i'm attracted by the scent you wear. the clothes that make you look so pretty. some colour in this soulless city. your hair that bounces when you walk.
A little incision to my heart, Don't wake up it's about to start. Surgeon goes in with his scalpel knife. On him I am resting my whole life. I'm only tiny, A mere few weeks old.
#household Chop and slice, Slash and dice, Stir it all three times. Knife the pear, Make it tear, Add a couple limes. Pour the cream, Add a dream, Sharpen the knife of crimes.
#household WARNING; Extremely Insane In Every Insanely Mad Way. Darker Then Night. Beware. Tick, tock, cuckoo clock. Time is running out. Bleeding, bleeding, breakfast feeding, Slice and dice...
#household - knife There once was a butter knife that lived in my cutlery drawer. Every nite, when the lights went out, it sat up late and wished it could be more.
#Household Knife called love. We insisted to play silly games with love. Neither of us knew what we were thinking of. You'd threaten, you'd scream and you'd shout.
#household Sometimes I wonder if anyone would care if I died. I stare at a blank wall with a knife in my hand. My mind screams cut. But my heart says put the knife down.
#household Finally I'm alone. Now's my only chance. I'm so sick of all the pain.
Known so many, To cut and burn, A wrist, I sigh, At the sight, Scars, Scabs, Red and raw, A lighter, A knife, Said to make things right. #household.
I could say something about cutting and slicing Blade razor sharp ready for dicing Oh dear what can the matter be Life is so hard, feel for poor little me.
Dying, the elephant lets out a scream His face a bloody mess Hearing the cries of the predators Who circle, waiting for death Gaping holes, where his tusks once were Hewn out by a poacher's...
#household. You live by the knife. You die by the knife. The knife causes strife. The knife can end life. The knife cuts deep. The knife sends to sleep. Surgeons knife saves. Warriors knife braves.
The knife lay flat. On my desk. Right before me. My choosing of when. The knife that. Holds all my pain. Releases it from me. For one small moment, again and again. The knife has a cutting edge.
The knife-edge glimmers With a promise of release From pain, passion, love-unrequited, I know how it feels; Cold blade slicing hot skin, Warm rush of blood, endorphins kick in, And I yearn for that...
#household There's a knife for cheese, There's a knife for ham, There's a knife for fruit, There's a knife for lamb.
#household #knife You broke my heart. Two pieces, each one apart. Cut it in half like a knife. Why did you come in my life. You came to give me a smile and to make me happy.
#household There's a boy, standing on the corner, There's a tear running down his face, There's a blade, gripped between his fingers, Red with blood, red with disgrace.
#household. Princess pretty pants was her name. Kissing and bullying was her silly little game. Girls you know the one, all teeth and tan. I thought she was a coward not her number one fan.
Do you feel fear. Loss. Anger. As you look up to me, do you cry. I laugh at my sacrifice. Fool of a child, petty thing, wonders into the midst of my schemes and lands as a sacrifice... My chosen one.