The Same Knife

Are you conscious
of what you are doing
as you walk along in life
through the haze
little purple days
that stretch like a cat
or coil like a snake.

And it is the same knife
that killed you when you were down
as that struck you while you were up.

In the passing light
Apollo's chariot might
drift into my mind
drenching it with thoughts
running wild through my brain
until drowsy sleep
takes ahold of them.

And it is the same knife
that killed you when you were down
as that struck you while you were up.

And if you scream,
oh, I wish you would
let a little bit of pain
creep into that skin
I won't be there
I will let you feel it
all the way through your toes.

And it is the same knife
that killed you when you were down
as that struck you while you were up.