I love my knife
I love its touch
I love its feel
I love the blood on its tip
Streaming down
To drip on the floor
I love the feeling it gives me
Its like a high
It engergizes me
Yet weakens me all the same
It keeps me hanging on
Yet I'm on the brink of death
I love the feeling it gives me
It makes me feel as if I am on the top of the world
Then I fall to the ground
Grinning at what I've done to myself
This business of my knife
In which I always turn to
It is an addiction
Not something that I can stop with my own will
Its relief is far too great
The blood must keep dripping...
 
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