Blade Skin Blood

There once
Was a knife
In a little kitchen's
Silverware drawer

It dreamed
Of a friend,
One that was thin
And quite red

Today, it met another:
Lightly tanned skin
That wished a welcome
to the searing sharp end

They spoke for a while,
They became quite close
But skin didn't realize,
It was being used by blade

After some time,
Blade broke the skin
To get closer to
Its dream friend: vein

Skin turned back, lashed
From the pain of trickery
And kept back the blade
From meeting its dream

And so lives
The blade in the drawer
Silence it keeps
But with friends a step closer

Skin is broken
Left with red shades,
White lines,
And a painful memory

Veins continue
Unknowing how they
Could've lived
Being free for blood to flow

Blade, skin, blood
A broken love triangle
But once a point is reached,
The sequence begins