The Melody Of The Blade Poem by Fin Metz

The melody of the blade:


I can hear it's song,
Can you hear it to,
The melody of the blade,
Is calling out to you.

I can hear it scraping,
Slicing through the bone,
I can hear it crying to you,
Letting you know your not alone.

I can hear it screaming your name,
Begging for the blood,
You lift your arm palm face-up,
And let the blood flow as thick as wet mud.

I can hear it complaining,
Saying it's not enough,
So you go to your room and hold the blade up,
Then forced to kill the one you love.

I can hear it laughing,
Mocking your despair,
Then you bring the blade to your throat,
None of this was ever fair.