Knives

And there it was
Behold the beast of despair
Standing in front of me
Eyes that know no forgiveness
Mouth that spits disgrace

Moving closer
It grinned with malice
I closed my eyes, ready to perish
Accepted my fate

Embraced my private demon
For no matter how it could hurt me
I could never hate the beast
Never.

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