Pain

Cold steel, caress my hand,
A break from life, unending pain.
Shining steel, flash through the air,
Sweet respite, I beg of thee.
Kiss my hand, my lips, my eyes,

Cold unfeeling steel, my knife, my friend.
Red, satin presence,
Warm substance, it stains the blade, it covers my skin.
With it's release, it frees my anger, my frustration.

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