> every day
an angry bloody knife
slices at my throat
tears and gashes my flesh
leaving me to bleed out my lifeblood
and hopefully to die
and as I wait expectantly
my wound festering and causing
me to writhe in pain and agony
from my infinite wounds
I am unmercifully spared
my wounds nearly heal
an invisible layer of normality
covers my gory scars
And the dull bloody knife
flashes out in blind hatred once more
rips apart my shred
of security
over and over, day in day out
Just give me the knife
I'll do it myself
Perhaps I can succeed
where you have failed—
Oh happy dagger
this is thy sheath...