Blade

by Kitty Korpse

Well, here it is. My Gaz angst poem. It's kinda depressing, but see if you can tell who she's talking about. I kinda like this poem, and I can't really say anything bad about it. Surprising, eh?

I run out through the pouring rain

I just need to release the pain

I finally slow down

Well away from the crowd

I take the knife in my hand

Admiring the shine like it's my only friend

I press it to my skin

And feel the blood erupt from within

I close my eyes

And see your face

Soon I'll be gone

Without a trace

I put the knife away

My mind slipping a stray

I see your face laughing at me

But you're all I want to see

Tears pour from my eyes

To hold them back I do try

I take the knife back out again

And press it to my wrist to release the strain

I shut my eyes tight

And see your face

Like it's telling me "It's alright."

I press the blade into my skin

Then press it deeper in

I finger twitches back

I open my eyes

But all I see is black

(Black, black, black. . . .)