Dark and hazy he walked down the street
To drunk to notice, not a damn thing
Filled with rage he looked for a fight
Only to welcome a dirty old knife
Through the front of the head
One end and out the other
Dragged down the stairs
Hitting his head
One
After
Another
Laying under a tree
Bleeding profusely
None shall help this poor man till morning
In a hospital he lays for almost a year
Unable to do anything himself.
Slowly his brain is expanding
Dad says 'let go'
Mom holds on crying.
Her head bobbing up and down on the mans chest
His heart beating so heavy
The pulse is to fast
Soon there is nothing
Everything crashed.
A family broken up
Torn into shreds
All from that one man
With the dirty old knife
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