The Blade calls once again,
softly calling my name.
It's not quite ready to say good-bye.
And neither am I.
I pick up the knife,
and admire its sweet beauty,
its smooth edges.
Just as I take that blade to that layer of skin
that you told me not to.
You come striding in that damned door.
But that is the price of loving me,
isn't it, Boo?
You try to obeject,
and I slit your neck.
That's the price of loving me,
isn't it, Boo?
The next thing I do,
is just stare at you,
as I take that same blade
that's always calling my name,
to my own neck.
We can spend eternity together,
now and forever.
That is the price of loving me,
isn't it, Boo?
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Endless Days *Completed*
PuisiA collection of poems that I have written. Most of them are based on life events. Some of them may be disturbing to some readers. Comments and votes are very much appreciated. Thanks!