There's a sharp
Peice of metal
And it is staring at me
With such intensity
It makes me sink
Into my skin

The metal
Is dull
And lifeless
But it contains
Great power
Over me
And my thoughts

Most would not think
Of this metal
The way I do
And they would not fear it
Or wish it to bring
Harm to them
But I do

I have learned to
Need the metal
And I have lost
All willpower
To control my impulses
And I can't think clearly
When I see that peice of metal
Sitting oh, so innocently
Staring at me