5 June 2012
The edge of the blade catches the light As you pick it up, Deliberate, Decided.
Cool metal touches the surface. Your head is pounding, It's deafening. Thud, thud.
The keen weapon caresses your skin. As crimson beads form, The river flows Please stop.
But how does it feel, your flesh parting? The pain's soon replaced, Disappointment Regret.
Weapon • Opuss № I