The New Kitchen Knife

You're all alone, the perfect chance,
adrenaline drives a twisted dance,
no one to see you, to hold you back,
to watch as your mind begins to crack.

A new knife lying untouched in the draw
its deadly teeth glisten, jagged and raw,
removing the cover, so dangerous, so sharp,
ready to add more sickening marks.

It glides like an arrow across my skin,
blood seeps from each little sin,
my hands are shaking, i drop to the floor,
these patterns I've never witnessed before.

I lay there soaking in the crime,
and quietly mumble a nursery rhyme,
the silver teeth glisten through smudges of red,
my mind is blank, my feelings are dead.

Time is ticking slowly by,
oblivious to the tears i cry,
i wash away the knife's red stain,
ignoring my wrists who scream their pain.

Away from the scene, i leave with no sound,
feeling slightly stunned from the weapon I've found,
its twisted and wrong, but then thats my life
since the day i uncovered the new kitchen knife.