And With This KnifeA Poem by hannahspelledbackwardsPretty gothic.And with this knife
I point it sharp, and lean it in into my chest. I close my eyes and take a breath, I lean it in with all my best. I cut it deep; I cut it slowly, and take it out to hear a beat. And with my hands, I reach them in, just to finish my intention. I take my heart and pull it apart, from my chest, with blood on my arms. I glance around to find your eyes. I'm seeing heaven in this black night. My legs go forth, not towards the door, but to the shaking stance whom my heart beats for. I hear the beat with it outside me, only because it knows you're here. And here you are Within my reach I hear my cries as I'm on my knees. And with this heart in my bare hands, I reach it up inviting you in. Your eyes speak words beyond my mind, but you reach out and take my prize. You did what I would never desire, you began to walk with my heart in your hands. You left me there on my knees So cold and pale, and still I bleed. They say that time heals all wounds, but I've yet to die: a heartless fool. And yet I wait for that day you'd place my heart inside my chest. But inside my skull, I truly know, that day won't come, I'll die alone. © 2011 hannahspelledbackwardsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorhannahspelledbackwardsSydney, AustraliaAboutI'm Hannah, a 23 year old who loves art, animals, people, traveling and nature. I write poetry, songs, and stories. I write books but for some reason I never finish them. I can't write a poem unless I.. more..Writing
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