Daniel Hazelhoff : writer, poet, rapper

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A man with a Knife
A man with a knife and a bite won the unfair fight
It’s my plight that holds me back in the night
I tried to succeed, and I plead, and bleed,
But this god damned man just keeps coming back in my dreams.
Leave me alone father
For I am much too weak
Leave me alone father
This life is much too bleak.
I am no longer prepared to wake up three times a night
And three times a night I search for the three cuts of the knife.
I wake up with blood shot eyes,
I did not drink my medicine last night.
I wake up with tears in my eyes,
I did not wish to cry last night,
And I did not,
For the suffering comes when I’m in my black out.
In the late hours of the mourning
In the silent scorn,
In the righteous passage that means naught to the man with the storm in his mind
And the blind on his eyes and the crimes of yesterday subside with the lights.
So reader, be frightened, be weary. See the days of yesterday as bright and dreary.
Reminisce of broken days and unfathomable feelings.
This is now me, to old to be a boy, to unsettled to be a man.
You have left me here in this unholy delight; I will sit here and fight the bad fight,
The fight that means nothing at all.