A.N:for J.D.hope you like it.
don't touch the knife.......
i stretched my fingers out to the
gleaming silver blade in front of my face
I thought of everything they'd ever done to hurt me
i thought of the looks on their faces as i screamed
at their ears,"Look what you have driven me too!"
then i threw the idea of that glory away,i thought of it
adding to my normal pain,i decided there and then
i knew if i slipped more i couldn't cope
i'd never use it to relieve my longing,
I'd never use it on me.
i touched its tip....i felt its point and i dropped it
as if it was burning my icy hands.
I pushed my door shut,I pulled the window open
Looked down into the beautiful heat
of the storm below,my relief
flooding through me,through my blood in spite of myself.
i listen so hard for the call of my name from downstairs
and i pray that it will never come,once it does i am
back in the world i don't want to be in
i never wanted to be concious of the painful hot tears
coursing down my own face,i didnt want to exist anymore.
i stared out into that storm,i tried to love the colours and the drenching
silver liquid but i couldnt.....i couldnt.....not like i used to......
my name,from downstairs,it parted my eyes and made the dried
jewles on my eyelashes sting in my misery.
I picked the knife in my feverish hands
and i threw it out the window
to the storms beautiful colours,it was at home there
home.......home......take me home.....