Like A Knife

Like a knife trough butter,
This blade goes trough my skin.
Leaving a small trail of blood,
Nobody can help me with this thing.

In the following wave of pain,
I get lost into this darkness.
While holding the knife,
I enjoy this overtaking bliss.

The blood starts to build up,
A small drip rolls down my arm.
Soon followed by another,
And I just don’t give a damn.

While the blood keeps flowing,
My vision begins to blur.
Lost in this never-ending darkness,
How much more can I endure.

As I try to make another cut,
My right arm won’t move again.
If this goes on any longer,
I think I will be going insane.

So I put down the knife,
And wipe of the blood.
I pull down my sleeve,
Hoping this will end, if only it could…