Used By The Knife
Your hunger lusts for the sense of satisfaction.
You want to be fully understood, but the use of the knife keeps the satisfaction hidden from all others.
You remain cold and misfortune, thrown down with every feeling.
You beg for its forgiveness, but the betrayal is burdened by the cauous mind.
Your hand would of been brought to butcher, but the cuts content your last thought.
You seen it's capabilities, every word forces your senses to fall into action.
Now As you remain lost in the thought,
your left with no other option but to give in.
That was all caused by the use if the knife.
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