I'm waiting for that beautiful blade
that slow knife of destiny
to show you that you're life will end
now I want to see if you're bones can bend
can you feel yourself breaking
with every crack
can you feel yourself ripping
with every cut
what is your reaction
when I laugh at your pain
did you just realize
things will never be sane
do you feel yourself draining
of every drop of blood
taste so sweet
as though
it came from a rose
you will stay awake
to witness every part of it
I try for your eyes
to show that you're tired
and want to quit
you should have figured out
that their is no chance
of you leaving or living
after this madness
just take your last breath
and say you're last words
even though they'll be meaningless
and none will be heard
YOU ARE READING
When I craved (Knew)
PoetryNew writings! Check out my other poem/short writings in "Just . . . words" Some older ones are started there!