Seduction Of The Knife Poem by Crimson Love

Seduction Of The Knife



I put down the knife once more,
To only pick it up again,
I try to stop, but without pain, how do you know your alive?
A seductive mistress, Be this metal of infatuation,
Always playing with the mind, Tempting you to make an incision,
Its always thirsting for more,
I more than happily oblige,
Never wanting to dissapoint,
I slit the wrists of something unimportant,
Something that won't be missed,
Laying down for one more fatal kiss.

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