Drop that brittle little knife
You know you want to
Through head and heart
Of me who stands in front of you
Come on, do it
I beg you to
If you had to I swear you would
Come on do it, I know you want to
Drop that brittle little knife
Please I beg you to
Slay me save me
Do as I say
I must beg this of you
Let that cold blade slip your hand
Fall right through me
Let me finally have my rest in peace
Drop that brittle little knife
Dull as it'll be
May it easily slice right through me
Split me right through and through
Stop my heart from beating
Keep my lungs from breathing
Let me finally rest in peace
Drop that brittle little knife
March 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this seems a little bossy and a little suicidal but it's better then you others i wouldn't think to judge you though if i did i wouldn't budge you i wanted to say that heh heh such fun