God gave me another chance at life.
Just one more chance to get it right.
My ups and my downs make it hard to stay on track.
And every passing moment I find myself drawn to my trusty knife.
Smooth ebony hilt engraved with a solitary rose.
The slender blade so cold to my skin.
Memories of the doctors restraining me so they could stick me with
the dreaded needle.
The months I spent cooped up in solitary confinment.
My family visiting less and less.
And each day growing more and more depressed.
And again my eyes linger on my precious knife.
My beautiful knife.
I feel the sharpness of the blade one more time.
And as my blood spills all over the floor my life flashes before
my eyes once more.
 KariH8sEvry1 · Sat Jun 11, 2005 @ 08:27pm · 0 Comments |
