The Blade

As he sits in his room,
with all the lights turned down low.
No one understands it,
but some people they know.

They see what he does,
but they don't have a clue.
No clue for an answer,
can't think of what to do.

But it all doesn't matter,
cause he's fixing it alone.
He's got the blade out,
that is his very own.

It's not a new thing,
it's been done in the past.
But this time it's gone too far,
It’s moving way too fast.