The blade calls to me
Wanting me to use it
Taunting me.
Making me feel like it might be the solution.
But it's not.
It can't be.
I tell myself it's not who I am,
But am I wrong?
I keep everything inside like a gate
No one can enter,
And no one can leave.
But they do;
Just like they always have.
And always will.
The blade calls to me
And this time,
I feel like putty in its hands.
But I won't give up.
