nobody loves me
only my knife will kiss me
my knife will lick me slow and hard the way I like it
my knife draws life from me
as no one else can,
as no one else will.
in the form of blood
but it at least proves I'm alive
and not as dead as I feel inside.
the only thing that makes me feel,
the only thing that opens my eyes,
is the kiss of the knife,
the union of its blade and my vein.