Two Knives, Gone

Pain is gone and now i breath freely, two knives out of my heart and my wounds leave me weary, my blood is thick but now it runs, it runs strong, now that the knives are gone, the blood pours through my veins and im alive, they tried an failed, i sharpened them an made em strong, theses knives were great an all mine, but the knives bent an burnt, couldn't hold em no more because now they hurt, but the pain grew stronger when the knives were my friends no longer, i was stabbed but the pain is gone an now i breath freely, two knives out of my heart and my wounds leave me weary, now there all gone an my blood runs clearly, my two knives gone but not forgotten they aren't dead but they don't live the knives don't have no life because i took the only life they thrived, two knives gone one heart scarred equals…… a man of two testaments, new an old.