My blade understands me
It doesn't judge
It hate on me
It evaporates the pain
It pulls me into this dream
My blade fill me up
While people knock me down
Tell me all that I don't want to hear
But I refuse to make a sound
So I go to my blade
And tell it my day
We don't say a word
Yet I dot write it in ink
See in the bible
Jesus washed our sins with blood
Why can't I do the same with pain?
Why is that so wrong?
But my blade does not question me
It comforts like a hug
We talk trough my vain
And speak on my arms
We chat through a lighter
Ad my blade begans to carve
My blade is there
When my best friend is not
My blade is haven
Like God from above
