I have a bkade in my hand,
by danielle wiltshire
Ready to drive it through my skin,
But yet it crashes through a vein.
The poison is driping down my arm,
And the feeling keeps me calm.
There's someone coming up the stairs,
You rush in a panic,
But the poison keeps on driping.
It's to late,
The time has come,
I wonder what shall i do?
But a voice says; -
'Nothing, just except that the poison is you! ! ! '