A Knife Don’t Make a Sound

You won’t hear me comin’, No thunder, no flame No boots on your doorstep, No callin’ your name

I learned from the silence, You left in that room How a man disappears… Without makin’ a wound

You made it look easy, Like nothin’ was wrong So I studied that method… And carried it on

A knife don’t make a sound… When it’s slid in slow No warning, no mercy, Just a debt you owe

No crowd, no witness, No righteous ground Just a man gettin’ even… And a blade, no sound

I remember that laughter, Like it still breathes The way you poured drinks… While you buried me

You didn’t pull triggers, You didn’t get loud You just smiled at the table… While I bled in the crowd

So I cut out the anger, Left only the aim A steady hand don’t tremble… When it knows your name

A knife don’t make a sound… But it speaks real clear Says, “Everything taken… Ends right here”

No judge, no jury, No final round Just a man and his promise… And a blade, no sound

You taught me the quiet… The patient kind The way a man waits… Till the perfect time

Not rage, not chaos, Not blind revenge Just a line in the dirt… That don’t ever bend

…turn around.

A knife don’t make a sound… But you’ll feel it deep In the debt you collected… In the lies you keep

No prayers, no savin’, No lost ground Just the weight of your choices… Comin’ back around

You should’ve known better…

I was listenin’.

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