3 Delightful (Sharp) Edge 3 Poem by WaitingFor SomethingNew

so cold to the touch
it chilled to the bone
edge so sharp
but yet, beautiful
it's a 'diary' made for me
that no one knows i keep
even though its been yours
i've fallin in love with the shine
as its tiny teeth begin to naw
it puts a smile on my face
as the skins turns red
i have turned to it for so much
every time i'm alone
i like to play with the edge so sharp
but yet delightful
never will i be happy
til i'm 6 ft deep
not having to face my fears
from this life on mine
i love when the edge falls near
as i set it in place
waiting 'til theres no more flow of red