Killing the Feeling

You may not see it but I can turn the words to magic
And if I want, your life to dust
With a knife that was used and covered in orange rust.
I look at you with eyes like mirrors that stare into
Your soul,
Glaring into your emotionless crust with the
Orange flecks from the blade talling silently to the ground.
Still your glassy look in your eyes as you
Say something that could be hurtful,
But then you truly should've figured out that
You really can never get my attention by gossiping behind my back.
There's really nothing that you can do as you wait.
You said it was all my fault
And so now you shall crumble to dust!