Knife cuts things that deserve to be cut.
And sometimes the things it wants to cut.
Swallows its pride down to the gut.
But at times, it lets the pride swallow it.
Once it does, the knife becomes blunt.
It cannot be controlled anymore - its urge to hunt.

Nobody moves; they are armed with sharp blades.
But I was told that the tongue is sharper than the sword.
With one single move could send you straight to Hades.
And you could lose every chance of meeting the Lord.

Demons trapped in prisms;
I slit throats for a living.
Won't send them to prisons;
The only thanks that I'm given.

I sent him to the Creator.
Blood came squirting out of his orifices.
Like how his girlfriend cums.
Naigara Falls; my body count must be over a gazillion.
Still I thirst for more.
His menacing vainness; now his in the clouds inhaling vapour.
Lurking and stalking as I leave behind these corpses with slits.
As if they had suicidal thoughts.
Restless; held her heart in my hand.
She would not stop squirming.
You would think it was a tik tok dance.
I had to step on her neck.
No lack of empathy; she had completed her fourth abortion.
So who is the real killer?

Breathless and conscious;
Don't lose focus.
Or next thing that you know
An angel will be calling out your name.

Light a match on this blade.
Eight inches long;
You will not be the brave,
But depraved of breath and existence.
On the brighter side,
You will be unburdened of this life's strife.

No God could disarm me from my knife.
And no demon could make me change my mind.
It's questionable if love could save my life.
Questionable documents I've signed.
Moving on is something I've always wanted to try.
But I cut tissue with the knife dull, and the tears dry.
Someone else’s happiness is a thorn in my eye.
It's itchy; I'm about to become a really bad guy.

Mother said I was blessed, and well dressed.
Mother, I'm going towards death not at all stressed.
The knife I was gifted is losing its direction.
It starts slowly to point at me and even take aim.
Section after section, I now cut with utter affection.
Should I be concerned if I find it amusing like a game?
You got the poisons, I got the blades, so we are the same.
© .🌹.

Gulian & Juliet
@Gulian2.0 & @JJuliet

'The Rose's and Juliet's thorns'