Cuts.

Cuts

Thief in the night
you stole my hat
now theres never any truth, to seek
leafs on the track
rick a ticker
pitt a patter
silver dipple smack
keep the castle
turns the sea
murky black
too much fuss not enough trouble
blister burnt
onto disease
peace
crys fool
peace, peace peace
you wont ever get to see through the middle
if you dont solve this simples of riddles

why?
did you shut the shed door
why? did you close it behind
was it to hide away
because you were warped
or was it to keep the could outside
sometimes the wind makes it hard
to light the match sticks on fire
cuts, cut hearts with scissors
in a field of glass stitched with skin
that bleeds tattered hanging on barbed wire
where i ripped my dreams
cuts, touch the stigmata in my jeans
dont climb
dont climb
you mustnt climb
stay out of this field
cuts ill cut my thumb at you
bite it into blood
until you run me through
death is a rebel waiting to die
stay out stay out keep out of the field
the only way to live
is to steal steal steal
like the thief in the night
who stole my dunces cap
keeps on moving forward
whilst im left staring at the corner
never going to get it back.