Blackened heart
My aching head
Jaded soul
Feeling dread
Life or death
that’s not your decision
The dull grey steel
makes an incision
The rich, red blood
flows silkily down the knife
starts with a trickle, ends in a flood
A hollow look from your deep green eyes
Should you have told those deceitful lies
The coffin is made, now take your bed
Be careful what you wish for
You could end up dead.