Secrets Appear Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

Secrets beginning to float
to the top.
Beginning to spill over
and become known.
But secretly,
way deep down
hidden from even me,
I want this.
I WANT people to know,
I WANT people to face
the undeniable truth.
Just like I did.
The knife
begins to whisper tales
of spilled blood and tears.
With secret missions of it's own
the knife begs
to cut my arms
with long hard strokes.
Begs me, taunts me.
And littly by little
I give in.
Once again
I succumb to the knife's whim.
Some would ask
Are you the master of the knife
or does the knife master you?
But I know the truth,
it is neither master nor servant.
Emos and their weapon of choice
are friends and comrades
who have but reached an agreement.

Nov.-16-09