A fools home

The sweet sadism of falling for pain, Is something I no longer long to comprehend, Man loves his own tears, More than his own smile,

For I saw many a man live and breathe with the knives that they had in their backs

and the knives they had in their hands,

They all whispered to the blade quietly and painfully -

"Do not go,

For even though you‘ve cut me deep, You'll always be my only reminder of home."