Knife Or Bullet Poem by Jake Gassiot

Which is for you
I choose knife
I want to see him do it
To see the rage
I want the cold steel to press my skin
The point piercing
It slides into me
The serrated side tearing
The other side slicing
I feel warm blood starts to seep
I feel so cold
He pulls out the knife with a jerk
Blood flows freely
I fall over
I look into his eyes
I see happiness
I lay there
The blood pull growing
My body getting colder
I start to fade
All I hear is a laughter