The line, the knife and the hook.

I'll trace my neck,
with the back of a knife.
Just for the attention,
just for tonight.

But I'm still afraid,
to be cast out like bait.
Drowning a purpose,
for a switch-blade escape.

Ponder the days,
as the ripples make more.
Exchange a mangled gaze,
with a strung shadow at shore.

Evacuate the watery maze,
every hall here leads to blame.
Controlling my gaze,
the walls start to break,
like waves making waves,
making waves.

A bigger fish, swallowed you.
The sea is split 
we're walking through.
The time we have is time enough.
It'll all be over soon.

Reviews

[roarke]

I'm no poet..... it's well documented, but.... I'd say this looks like a poem to me.... but definitely get a second opinion.

[bookworm]

Mmmm...hmmmm....I really like this:

"Controlling my gaze,
the walls start to break,
like waves making waves,
making waves."

You've got a unique and interesting style, smooth and cool...this piece feels ike the exhaled result of a bong hit.

I also like the line:

"Drowning a purpose,
for a switch-blade escape."

See what I mean? You're like a lyrical cowboy, lassoing prose like Wild Bill Coty...:)

[Seshat Nidaba]

This is catchy and a rapid read of easy images, it assimilates nicely while provoking a kind of surrealistic high.