lying to yourself could only make
unfortunate outcomes easier
promises infused within cold steel
spewing out bloodstained comfort

from the start you could tell yourself
"i can stop when i want"
"i don't need this"
"i wont do it again"

but in a world where a promises
only fortune was to be broken
rekindling past flames brought
upon you bloodstained hands

even the dullest knife has a comforting tone
"i'm sorry"
"i'll never leave you"
"i need you"