My knife
Its sharp, and chrome.
Dare I touch it?
To taste the sweet crimson?
Or instead should I thrust it?
Into my enemies,
My friends,
My life...
Its all getting too much.
The world is closing in around me,
Closer, Closer.
Shall I stay or shall I go?
Only the chrome will decide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem