"I promise"
 

"You won't hurt,"
Promised the girl,
To the knife,
As it left a bloody pearl,

She didn't understand,
How blood-shed,
Hurt less,
Than having him dead,

Rivers of red,
Of pain,
Unless someone notices,
She's perfectly sane,

Each day,
She promises her knife,
"You won't hurt me,
Until I take my life."

She plans,
Even plots,
Too many choices,
Pick a straw or lots?

Oh her day,
Of reckoning,
Her knife whispers,
Beckoning,

"I won't hurt you."
It calls,
And for her own lies,
She falls,

"I won't take a moment"
The knife says,
She belives it,
Tries not to make a mess,

She holds her knife,
Holds it tight,
Closes her eyes,
Shuts out the light,

"You'll be with him soon,
I promise"
The knife cuts,
A last 'kiss'
The girl dies,
Bliss.

Bliss hurts.

its absolutely great.. i just.. you're just an astounding writer.. i love all of your writings... ***hugs*** if you need somebody , i'm here. :)

wow that was really amazing. beautiful and haunting. i loved it