Alligator Skin
I am the tool,
That pleases the fool.
Watch them as they drool,
Over thoughtless slaughter.
I am the knife,
That cuts the strife,
And brings life,
To the unclean water.
I am the bloodstain,
That rips the rain,
From the drying drain,
Into the veins of arm.
I am the vile,
Of the poisoned Nile.
Awaiting on trial,
But I mean you no harm.
Cuts of skin,
Delve within,
As blood clusters begin,
And I am a setting sun.
Deep as the night,
That wins the fight,
From the cruel sight,
And I am far from done.
