I'll not be your knife, honey.
If you wish to bleed,
Cut yourself with somebody else.
If you love pain, don't go reaching for me.
I am not pain.
I'm poison tipped.
I bite like barbed wire, deep, not where you want.
Not only a blade,
I've got fangs.
You might think you want it
But you are young and tender,
And you'll learn.
Don't slice away your ignorance with me-
The lesson will be your last.
You want an ironic scar?
The embodiment of your suffering
Mangling your flesh?
Want a little shocking thrill?
Don't pick me up, sweetie.
I ****.