The Cutter
The day hasn't gone quite as plannedYou grasp the handle tightly in your hand
There is nothing like this familiar feeling
The nostalgia of it all leaves you reeling
As the cold steel touches your arm
And the blood runs out damp and warm
Nothing else seems to matter
The only sound a dripping blood splatter
As the bleeding begins to cease
You finally feel a little at peace
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