We walked on glass all day long, with eyes rolled back. 
It came with smiles, it came with gestures, and it came with motives. 
Investing flowers in one hand and a blade in the other, 
This is between me and this blade, and my heart. 
Distributing rusty knives in these countless attractive letters, 
With a directional diagram of a guilty heart. 
"Insert knife here." 
Lack of thought on this subject has attested catastrophic. 
Come one, come all, introduce knife to heart. 
With our eyes rolled back.