Nobody knew about my new favorite possession.
I hid my precious dagger well from everyone.

The dagger gave me a sense of pride.
A new level of confidence to please one and all.
A wicked sense of charm
that  brought everyone I wanted under my spell.

I slowly slid my hand inside my jacket
to reach for my source of power.

And with calculated introspection,
I stabbed them all from behind.
Feeling a sense of exhilaration,
after each ******.

I can feel my hands soaked in sin,
but I'm too far ahead of myself to retrospect.
I'm a slave of the dagger now.
And I don't wish to be saved.