Kneel

If you'd slash a gash

Along my neck

Well, that would be just fine

I'd take a pen

And draw something

With pretty crimson lines

If you'd bruise me dark

All down my arms

Well, that'd be alright too

I'd make chart

Of all the colors

Purple, yellow, blue

If you'd stab a knife

Through both my eyes

That'd be alright as well

I'd stare into the

Swirling black

And see where thoughts must dwell

But you don't, you see

You never will

That'd be far too barbaric.

You cut and stab my mind and heart

And I can hardly bear it.

So leave your words

And take your blade

And leave some scars I'll feel

To remind me how you

Did your worst

But I will never kneel.