We're on different sides of the knife,
You get the handle,
I get the blade,
And yet we still share the same pain-
Blood stains both our hands;
You cry on the inside
While I scream within-
Locked in a room too small for either of our dark souls,
Yours condemned from birth
Mine stained by blackness-
We fear the glint in your eyes
And shudder at the terror in mine.
A windowless room traps us both-
Holding us captive-
Chains bind my hands,
And wrap themselves around your heart;
The cold slice of metal is nothing to the fear reflected in your smile.