I run with a knife clutched tight in my fist
Who would have thought that I’d end up like this?
Helpless, alone, with nowhere to run
Well, that’s what they think, but the fight’s just begun
Life almost killed me, left me hanging by threads
But I pulled myself out, and turned crazy, instead
And now I’ve returned for long-awaited revenge
I’ve a score to settle, and friends to avenge
Life was quite comfy, in his fireside chair
When I crept on all fours to his underground lair
But as I approached, Life awoke, and I cursed
Leave it to my luck to turn things for the worst
Life didn’t seem surprised, no, not in the least
When I showed him my knife, and lunged at the beast
He merely dodged the attack, and said with a smile
“I thought that you’d come. I’ve been waiting a while.”
I snarled at this sentiment, baring my teeth
But my outburst only seemed to make Life looked relieved
“I’m glad that you’re here, now,” he said, smiling still.
“I was starting to wonder if you’d lost your will.”
NEVER! I screamed. The knife sliced through the air
NEVER! And my veins pulsed with liquid despair
For Life grabbed my wrist, and I dropped my knife
Leaving him to retrieve it, that vile, vicious Life!
How dare he! Give it back, I told him, but he
Only laughed, only smiled, at my “quaint naivety”
“Do you think Life is conquered so easily, my dear?
So many dream it’s so easy! But it isn’t, I fear.”
But I was not afraid, as Life approached, knife in hand
There were some things I knew Life would never understand
Like how you can hate so much that you kill
Or how you can die, but somehow smile still
And, as Life killed me, with the dagger I’d brought,
I died a little happy, with my grizzly thoughts,
Because I would never know what happened after my death,
But Life would go on living. He would never find rest.