There\'s where it sits
In its gleaming brilliance
All I have to do is reach
Just to feel the sharpness of its kiss
Maybe on my fingertips
Or just upon my wrists
I\'m trying to fight the temptation
But am I strong enough
The gleam of the knife
Is almost too much
The smear of blood upon the blade
Is what i want to see
But I made a promise
I plan to keep
