Precious blade,
Shinning my way,
What happens when I touch you,
What if I grip you inside of my palm,
This rush of pleasure,
Blood pouring from my hand,
Sitting in class,
Touching a nail sticking out of my desk,
They shouldn’t have it here,
Someone could get hurt,
Let me push it in,
Sigh of relief,
Finding it’s way inside of my palm,
Take a sip of my water,
Slips and smashes on the floor,
Oh boy clumsy me,
Let me pick this up,
Walk across the glass with bare feet,
Fall to the ground pull the glass out,
Cut an up side down cross on my leg,
To show you how much faith I have,
Suicidal manic. |
