The knife is calling
Whispering my name.
It's voice seductive,
Promises there'll be no pain.
�A cut on skin
Makes you alive.
The bleeding blood
Helps you survive.�
The slit is made
But I�m not afraid.
I�ve been promised
With a voice so honest:
�You will be fine,
You mustn�t decline.�
I see the stream of red
But I still feel the pain
So I see I was misled
Or was I just insane?
The voice of seduction,
A way to destruction.
April 24th, 2002
By Kayryn
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