The Darkness Four

It sits lonely on a shelf Not having been touched in some time Still as sharp as before Carefully cleaned and preserved The thoughts racing through One will make them stop maybe two Sinking into the skin it appears again That same ruby liquid with its copper scent The thoughts don’t stop maybe just one more Reality begins to set in slowly Just one last long one and it finally stops Ragged breathes turn to slow shallow Mind clearing and blade clean again back to its shelf it goes until the next episode.