Dirty Knife

So suddenly
The madness came
With its whiskered wolven ether pangs
He locked the door
And shut the blinds
He laid down on the floor
And he slept like iron
While the dirty knife
Worked deep into his spineThe blood runs crazy
The blood runs crazyCascading letters pool on the stairs
The grass is high
The cats are wild
You cant even touch the tip of their tails
And the blood runs crazy
With giant strides
He sang nursery rhymes
To paralyze
The wolves that eddy out the corner of his eyes
But they squared him frozen where he stood
In the glow of the furniture
Piled high for firewood
And the blood runs crazy
With giant stridesAnd the woodsman failed to breech those
Fangs in time
So they dragged him through the underbrush
Wearing three winter coats
And a dirty knife