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In the dead silence of the night,
Glinting on the shelf of the wall,
It’s shaft a bright white,
Glowing and calling my name.
The bright white light,
Reflecting off the cold hard steel,
Across the hilt studded with tiny jewels,
Still on the wall it calls my name.
Slowly I approach the wall,
Looking and admiring such a beauty,
The cold hard steel so perfect in the darkness,
The name it utters in the darkness is mine.
Somehow it is now in my hand,
I try to put it down but can’t,
Without comprehension of what is going on,
I feel the steel on my skin.
As it crosses lightly on my thin wrist,
A red color comes forth where it has been,
I drop the knife and just look at it,
The red stain flowing all over.
In the silence of the night,
I slowly pass into the unconscious,
I wake to find myself in a white room,
With all around me looking upset and worried.
They come and comfort me,
Not what I need at all,
Why didn’t they abandon me,
Maybe it is what I want…….
Unknown "my fiancée " Sexy
- 16 years, 7 months, 6 days ago
