Edge of the knife, steely blade cutting and wounding deep. My cold and unforgiving friend we meet once again. Each time I unsheathe you I am wounded and slashed. My wrist and legs bear the scars of your work and yet you are the only one who understands that I have a need to feel. I have a need to know that life still flows through my veins. So time and again I visit you, your edge glistening like the fangs of a silver serpent, as you bite into my flesh. I recoil in pain and delicious agony. You are both friend and foe. You are what I live to hate but am forced to live with, because you are the only one who truly understands my pain.