The knife's edge is so enticing.
It calls to me, to my soul.
I take the hilt in hand.
The blade is cold.
[Thrust me into your chest]
"No, that'll kill me."
[Exactly. It just takes one stroke]
"No!"
[You know you want to. Your heart is asking you to]
"No it isn't."
[It wants to feel my point inside it. Don't fight me!]
"I won't!"
The knife is back in the drawr.
I'm safe for now.
Another voice calls.
It's more seducing than the knife.
[Come here]
"Where are you?"
[The table]
It's the gun.
I take the handle.
[Place me in your mouth]
"Why?"
[Just do it]
The metal tastes weird in my mouth.
[Now pull the trigger]
"No."
[I'll take all the pain away.]
"I feel no pain."
[Liar. Your broken heart is killing you anyways!]
"I don't care for her anymore."
[More lies! Pull the trigger and you won't have to worry]
"She can't get to me anymore."
[She's behind you!]
"What!?!?"
Bang.
Please tell me what you think
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wow the last lines were intense. I like what you have done with this piece, nicely constructed. the brackets gave it a nice edge.
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Thanks. Brackets usually mean some soft, whispy, whisper...so I put them there. When writing it, I felt as if it sounded like Sauron from Lord of the Rings, lmao. But hey, they work and level out the poem. Thanks for the comment.
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wow..that was amazing i love it
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That is truly intense and im not being sarcastic about it either.
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