Young Writers Society

She slips me a knife
“Use it wisely,” she cries
But the room is just silent
She speaks with her eyes

The doctors examine
With stethoscope dreams
All my succulent flaws
All my bodily seams

So I cut them myself
With the knife that she lent
And out pours my soul
Which slips through the vent

And travels the building
In search of a song
And settles in discord
Knowing it’s wrong

Chorus:

I’ve seen the scenery
What does it mean to me?
I’ve seen the scenery
What does it mean to me?

timjim77 wrote:She slips me a knife
“Use it wisely,” she cries
But the room is just silent
She speaks with her eyes

I love this verse. It's a great opener and has great flow.

timjim77 wrote:The doctors examine
With stethoscope dreams
All my succulent flaws
All my bodily seams

I'm not sure about the word succulent. It brings to mind the word delectable and that just doesn't seem to fit.

timjim77 wrote:So I cut them myself
With the knife that she lent
And out pours my soul
Which slips through the vent

And travels the building
In search of a song
And settles in discord
Knowing it’s wrong

Wow! That was great!!!!!

Great job. I really enjoyed it.