Sharp Knife of Bad Memories

When I was born, I instantly married Life

For better or worst, with a sharp memory knife

But no later that we became husband and wife,

Death became a jealous mistress playing murderous tones on a fife,

Seeking out devastation before the beginning of a new joyous life

So Death grabbed that knife, and stuck it deep in my Life,

Twisted it side ways, stuck now, then I asked Life if I may,

If I may settle this misery,

Maybe motion this sharp memory out to give life more mobility?

With the response "Well yes,

But when you get it out, my time will lethargically start to digress"

So now I pull out this so gruesomely wedged knife

Out of my now so brutally battered newly wed wife

Life says life doesn't feel the same

Life says now everything’s subject to change

Life says when I leave don’t let Death back in boo,

Just because Death made a promise to always be with you

To love you forever and ride right beside you

Death doesn’t mean that, it’s all lies boo

But you watch out now, because Death will get impetuous

And that love Death showed you will turn into lust

A lust that will last until Death gets fed up

Now you too struck, stabbed, stuck with no luck

I’m telling you now babe don’t give it up

See me and Death have old memories

Personally, we both wanted to know intimately

Baby please tell me you are listening

Tell me that you're hearing me

Please don’t get stabbed by this same sharp knife of bad memories.