You, Me And The Knife... Alone Poem by Lilith Tuchenhagen

A knife is what you hold,
We stand face to face in the cold,
I back up slowly as you come forward,
You start to grin more and more,
I can see the darkness in your eyes,
That look you give is what I despise,
I clench my fists tighter and tighter,
Even though I do not look like a fighter,
You swing the blade at my chest,
Slicing me is what you could do best,
You begin to corner me with your attacks,
Now I know there is no way back,
I start to throw my fists,
You just stand there in the mist,
No one can hear my screams,
And you get away with your evil scheme.
It was just the knife, you and me.