Oh knife with sharpened blade come to my hand
Your balance perfect as I test your weight
Spill forth the blood; Over my hands do send
The rushing warmth, my lust do satiate.
I yearn for the excruciating death
Of one who causes those around us pain
As I imagine feeling that last breath
My heart aches for the perpetual gain.
The lives of all those people I'll augment
By simply taking one unhelpful life
That person who with mere existence rent
Walls of pain open and caused so much strife
And so I lift this knife within my hand
To slash my wrists so that my life will end |