the blade

i sit and wait for my hands to create
create something beautiful
create something magical
but all my hand have are fingers that have fingertips
my fingers hold nothing but the blade
the blade of beauty
blade of love
blade of death
and addiction

dance so beautifully between my fingers
like the blade knows to lead
and knows she has the power
of my finger tips to lead

fall down on my worn wrist
and slice such nice thin cuts
do a little tango and wear the red
give me a bitter kiss goodnight

i sit and wait
for the creation of the blade