Blade of a knife
So tempting, can't control
Sitting there, just waiting
To unleash the power it holds
Lying on the counter
It should be put to use
My hand edges toward
No, it's not abuse
I grasp the knife
And hold it up
I'm sure the world
Has had enough
One last time I look
And see my reflection
This lost soul
Needs a correction
The steel is cold
As it pierces in
And blood runs out
Staining my skin
I fall onto the floor
The knife still in place
This is the last time
You'll ever see this face
