Slave
i'm a slave to the blade
and a servant to the knife
my masters are slowly
slowly taking my life
a cut on the wrist
and a cut on the neck
who cares if i die
who cares, what the heck
i reach out for someone
when i feel myself falling
when noone is there
i hear the blade calling
humans let me down
and technology may too
but my blade is always there
and the blade sees me through
so now let me die
i'll be a burden no more
let my masters take over
to even the score
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
