Love

One specialized knife to stab the heart.
One special tool to mend it when it's hard.
One word to describe all our pain.
One word to take it all away again.
One thing to finish us all off.
One thing to keep us from falling off.
One feeling to terrify us all.
One feeling to make us call.
One diamond in every single heart.
One diamond to cut every sore heart.

A table round, on which we dine.
A crown for us all to wear in mind.
An excuse to start to feel again.
An excuse to go numb in pain.
A reason to let ourselves die.
A reason to keep each other alive.
We all need it just to survive,
but we can't live with it, so we all die.

It's the thing that makes us good,
also the thing that makes us spill blood.