Butter knife surgery

Like hacking out your liver with a butter knife

Press deep, cut and slice

Lie back on the table; hold tight to your tool

Look up at the ceiling, aren’t we the fool

Bloods running slowly over the table now down to the floor

Feel the dull edge of cutlery held tight between finger and thumb

Eyes open and smiling... numb, numb, numb

When breathing feels like a hardship and existings just strife

But that’s how it goes right?

Some days that’s just your life

Hacking out your liver with a butter knife