A weapon that defines the user
The user defining the purpose of the weapon
"What harm will it do?"
Some might say
Chaos, havoc, purging
And much more
"Can't we just get rid of them?"
No, no, no
That's not how things can easily go
Things can get better
Things can get worse
It depend which side you're on
Let those thoughts become reality
Cutting the threads of falsehood
Making sure there's something
But there isn't
Let me take a look
Just skim through the book
Can't change the bait on this hook
It has to end somewhere
But I don't know how
Someone came by
They look me dead in the eyes
Seconds later they weren't even breathing
"Did I do this?"
Of course I did
Another lost soul
Someone else's problem
Not mine to even care
Yet I took their last breath
I was their last image
I was their last thought
I was their last
"Go to sleep..."
I can still see them staring at me
I painted their room in red
Before I knew it I heard sirens
They were everywhere
My ears were ringing
My instincts told me to run
I did just that
Just a few bruises
Nothing more than that
Next time I have to keep myself grounded
I have to stop these pondering thoughts
They mean nothing
When I say nothing
I mean nothing
Things can never be the same again
I don't need anyone
I just need my knife
It keeps me alive
My only friend in this cruel world
