"Ode to the Knife"
By Vasilly

Out of every weapon, I have chosen you.
What, with your perfect blade.
How could I not?

And with your sleek black handle
How it makes me happy.

Whenever I hold you in my hand
I know someone with soon perish.

I try not to taint your virgin blade
Even if its hard.

Digging you into someones back, twisting.

Piercing a victims heart

Making blood spray everywhere.

How could I ever replace such an angelic thing such as yourself?

There is nothing in this pathetic life that could make me as happy as you.

                                -Vasilly