Three Knives

A troubled mind, struggling blind, Just coping, choking on life, Crawling forwards, falling fast, Grasping, cradling a durable knife, The certainty, invertently in the dark, Undecided, divided, willing and able, A breathless sleep, the never forever, Dank shiver, three knives on the table, All neatly lined up, all in a row, The steel still glistenes, in the darkness of my woe, One blade to chop,one to slice, The other to stab, must be precise, Quick and easy it never will be, I'm I brave enough to choose to see, Another day, or to watch me bleed,