The Blade
By Jezebel •
Oh the blade.
That shiny friend
that never argues,
only calls happily.
The friend that I
may always count on,
the friend that I
love with all my heart.
The blade drinks
at my heart's blood,
and still I need more.
I need deeper, harder.
But no... This can't
be real. This isn't me.
The blade smiles more,
whispers hellos.
It sings to me, draws me
in like a deadly shadow.
I'm addicted now, can
never escape its promises.
Oh those promises,
that make my blood pound
and my lips smile.
Those pretty promises...