Cold blue steel lying at my feet
Heavy scent of iron filling the air
Amazing the people you can meet
With blood dripping from their hair
He was told to walk away
Electing instead to pull the knife
Rather than bully again another day
Bleeding out on the last day of his life
Just another outline in my life and times
Chalk it up to being born bad
Moments like this there are no rhymes
Just a lifestyle...not a passing fad
Slipping into the air of night
Judge not for the things I do
They may not appear to be right
What if it happened to you?
Another victim of circumstance it would read
Headlines describing your bloody death
Papers playing it up at their need
While you no longer draw breath
Always will there be predator and prey
Walking the razors edge of sanity
Who will live to see the sun another day
Looking in the mirror addressing vanity
