Beautiful Knife *SI/SUICIDE/TOOLS*
 

Beautiful Knife.
Glorious Knife.
The red glistening in the light,
Of the blue moon that night.

The boy he cut,
He slit,
He stabbed.
Red Rivers flowing.

Hate.
Dark.
Death.

His body slumped,
Against an old brick wall,
It grew colder,
Colder by the second.

The boy stiffened,
His short life at an end,
His great suffering,
All at an end.

i like this and it's well written it has a lot of emotion in it. xx

i like it.. a lot.
its written with details which create a picture in your mind.. i like it.

That's amazing...I have to say, its kinda similar to one i wrote a while ago...