It feels smooth like ice
It pours like *****
It smells like metal
It stings like a bee
Only slightly a burn
I want more
I want to feel that empty void
I play with it like a childs toy
It was always my favorite
The metal was always cold
After the mess is made all my pain melts away
My only satisfaction is the dark red that stains the floor
Like blood on a white fresh t-shirt