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In my warm hand you feel cold,

And yet, right now, I feel like I’m holding gold.

I do not feel afraid, I almost feel bold.

The power within you all mine to hold.

As I sit here in dark thought, moonlight bouncing off your blade,

I wonder if this is why you were made.

To tackle all my wrongs, and render them paid.

No longer on shoulders, where they have been weighed.

But for now in my hands is where you will stay,

For all of my sins are somewhat at bay.

How long will they stay there before they do stray?

And what’s left of my sanity start to decay.

Will the feel of you slicing away at my skin,

Start to erase the darkness within.

In the mirror will I see a small little grin?

Knowing that this is what I deserve for my sin.

You can not talk and tell me I’m wrong,

Or “Hold your head up and please just be strong”.

I’ve held this inside me for way way too long.

It’s beating inside my head like a big metal gong.

You shimmer and sparkle in my little eye.

More than all the stars way up in the sky,

Everyone left will all wonder why,

But I will not be here to give them a reply.

With just one swipe here and one swipe there,

The final result will seem somewhat fair.

So in my distraught mind I say a small prayer,

That my pain will be over with no more despair.

But what if I find out that you're just as cruel,

And setting me up for this one sided duel.

Why can I see you as such a fine jewel,

Yet everyone else only sees you as a simple tool?

Oh little knife that sits in my hand,

Awaiting from me your only command.

Tell me please to place you back on this stand,

And not carry out what I have planned.

Reach out and tell someone that I am here,

And hopefully they come to lend me an ear,

Because maybe, if they suddenly did appear,

They can make me see this all stems from fear!