I hardly knew my face
I hardly knew my mind
I sat on the floor with death in my hands
Glinting silver
Steel tarnished with old blood
The carpet was warm and soft like dead grass
I had only one thought
Desperation and lost patience clouded me
The former to die
The latter to end it all
The former to get a second chance
The latter with myself
Nothing has changed
It is like hunger
A faint ebbing the back of my mind
I force myself to ignore