Hundred of knives
In my possession
For all of the world’s
Wonderful moments
Knives to chop
Knives to kill
Knives to cut
Deep into my flesh
The cold blade goes
Removing the life from my body
Slowly, I cut
Making the pain everlasting
I kill all emotions
The controller of the blades
For each cut they give
A piece of me is lost
Cut myself
Till all is loss
Until no more blood can hit the floor
Goodbye my friends
The Knife Master is no more

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Robert L. Martin
about 5 years

I hope you don't have suicidal thoughts, such a pretty girl as you.


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