Pocket Knife

I'm what you might call evil

My mere existance utter sin

I must say that I agree with you

I'm rotten end to end

 

Let me slice a tale for you

That tells what lies within

It revolves around my pocket knife

But where shall I begin

 

Imagine gleaming metal

Then a silent secret tear

Nothing that is new to me

It's music to my ears

 

Some slashing then slice

A soul tonight has paid

For I now wear a speckled grin

I'm glad they entertained

 

At times I like to play

My pocket knife's the same

Together we torment and tease

Till we bore and slay

 

No regrets to this day

No regrets but one

She trusted me completely

That's where I came undone

 

 

 

Reviews

[soliloquy]

Nicely woven art here. Very imaginative.

[Shellie]

Let me slice a tale for you

That tells what lies within

It revolves around my pocket knife

But where shall I begin

That verse was great! ... Let me slice a tale for you..... that pun really added to the creepiness of the poem. It was very good!!!

[EILEEN McGUINNESS]

Oh the tales of a pocket knife and it's owner one could almost use this tale from the grim readings of ORSON WELLES in THE BLACK MUSEUM that most notorious of dungeons in LONDON.
I think you added a little colour to a day which was black and now it is showered with crimson,the flow and creativity with your wonderful rhyming made it a joy on the eye,yes i believe you thousands wouldn't.