Sharpen the Knives

Maybe you are right 
It’s not the time to forgive
Sharpen the knives
Stab all love at will

Wipe the kiss off the mouth
Burn the smile with disgust
Exhume the past, don’t pull out
Then stay in state of nonplus

Because maybe you are right
For your sake then mine
If misery is negotiable
Then this one’s designed

To be left behind

As prescribed