I am long and narrow,
Silver and pointy to be exact.
Cold blood leaving nothing intact,
For I was born to slaughter in fact.
Her blue eyes glisten like gold,
As she smiles so bold.
She needs me you see,
For I am the only thing she controlled.
From silver I turn to crimson red,
The only thing she ever felt was dead.
Now the words she whispered was
"I guess knives saves minds".
