The breath expelling from your soft, blue lips
and the tears that slide down your pale cheek.
I give you shivers from my fingertips
and a satisfaction is what you seek.
My surface is a shining, silver gray
with a sharpness in which you should refrain.
You come to me crying most every day,
my serrated edge soothing all of your pain.
Rage comes forth from every movement I make
and pool upon the floor in which you sit.
I supply the happiness that is fake
and the knowledge that your whole life is shit.
Succumb to the relief that I can heed
the is more evil than the Devil's seed.
