A Blood Stained Knife
Your soul whimpers from your pathetic life
a tear falls down your cheek as you wield a jagged knife
your hands begin to tremble as you drag cold steel across your skin
every ounce of pain is washed away with blood once again
This time you may have cut too deep you’ll never really know
blood is spilling from your veins in a steady flow
darkness fills your head as you end your miserable life
every ounce of pain and hatred washed away with a blood stained knife.
Copyright © Karl Hofmeister | Year Posted 2008
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