Penknife

My fingers touched the hard surface
Sliding it upwards
As though it requires gentleness

Its coldness burnt my finger
Sending a wave of jiggling
To my every nerve

Lighting up a fire
That draws me deep
Into the forbidden world

I can't resist
Its dark powers
That engulfs me

I pressed the tip
Crimson liquid flows
Silently down my finger.

Sliding it to my wrist
Delicating slitting the skin

Drop by drop
Staining my soul
Draining my life

No longer strong...
Only weak.