My Knife
My KnifeMy knife is full of blisters,
My knife is full of scars,
My knife glistens of blood, so bright,
like the tips of lit cigars.
My knife is full of envy,
My knife is full of greed,
My knife is full of memories which my heart will never need,
and My knife is dripping with the sorrow in which my demons love to bleed.
My knife is full of emotions,
My knife is full of fears,
My knife is full of emptiness,
like the sound of falling tears.
BKrabbit.
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