[Eyudo]: 725.All poetry index.give me the knife

footsteps, footsteps in the kitchen
who is that whose feet are kickin?
then I hear a drawer does open
she grabbed that knife as her token

I was there in a flash now
before she could even think how
she said she wants to play a game
but it will all end the same

I looked her in the eyes
and see the pain she hides
I don’t know what led to her strife
all I can say is, “give me the knife.”

she takes a step back
holds it up high
and says in reply
“No! I just want to die!”

beauty, intelligence, and deepness too
this isn’t something you want to do
you don’t want to se the reapers scythe
now, give me the knife