| "Giving Up The Blade" ~Sara Montey~ Walking past my dresser drawer, I catch a glimpse of it. The stained metal reflecting the light From inside where it sits. I stop and stare for a little while Remembering my past And the relationship I had with it And the different marks it cast. I take it out and hold it Carefully in my hand Feelings overcome me And it's soon to hard to stand. I sit on the floor somewhat quivering Recalling what I had been through And cringe at the single thought Of what I used to do. My head was in a different place Back when I used this blade The blood-stained razor in my hand As I finally watch it fade. |