The knife lay flat
On my desk
Right before me
My choosing of when
The knife that
Holds all my pain
Releases it from me
For one small moment, again and again
The knife has a cutting edge
Supposed to be for kitchen things
But I see it as a decision of my own
Life or death it seems
It's sharp edge
So delicate and sleek
Urging me
To not be so meek
"Give it a try"
The Devil pleads
"It's cutting edge,
Will inspire you deeply"
The cutting edge
Oh so tempting
But I decide not today
I've yet to run on empty
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