The three of us are now tied
together all our lives
by the ritual performed on that night.
Liquor and despair.
the blood that we shared
it seems insane when seen in daylight.
I’d been drinking 151
so my body was numb
as I took that blade in my grip.
And I couldn’t feel
the cold touch of the steel
or my blood as it started to drip.
By what were we compelled?
I just cannot tell.
I’m sure nothing like it will happen again.
It was a strange sort of madness
I don’t know what possessed us.
We haven’t dared to speak of it since then.