I sit in my expensive leather chair
I listen to my music without a care
The song has just repeated for the twentieth time
As tears still fall down my face thinking about my past crimes
How could I have let her fallen I said I would protect her till the end
But some where I broke that promise and it cost me my dearest friend
As the song starts again what has become the soundtrack of my life
I slowly pull out the sleeping metal box the one that houses the knife
Once upon a time really not that long ago
The knife belonged to my best friend who cherished it so
But as sharp as the blade still is to this day
The very object in my hand took my dearly beloved friend away
I can still see the specks of blood reflected by the desk lamp light
Oh how this mere object set my fragile heart in plight
I tried to help her, said everything would be okay
But the demons in her soul lead her mind astray
She cut both her arms along her pale blue veins
Her life blood pooling around even today you can still see the stains
As I close my eyes I imagine her taking those final dying breaths
Tears streaming down our faces but hers would finally come to rest
To think it was all done with the knife I gave her two christmases ago
How to this day it still shines in the light where yet the rust shall eventually grow
I play with it in my hand daring myself to let it slip
But some where along the way I decided to tighten my grip
I conclude on this day I will not let the same demons win
I must honor the memory of my friend who only made one eternal sin
I open the box and place the tainted knife safely inside
As the box slowly closes one last tear falls from my blood shot eyes
