2009-02-26 - 3:44 p.m.
Jack Is A Double Edged Blade
I am a terrible double edged blade.
The kind you do not want to carry between your teeth. The kind that cuts your tongue and lips and makes your mouth bleed.
With barely the slightest touch I sink in. Smoothly and effortlessly.
In seconds I am drowning. Making my way down. Painlessly at first. Into the soft red and pink meat, sensitive and unknowing. Until suddenly you ask in horror where did all this blood come from?
Then the pain sets in.
Pain and fear.
Electric terror as you try remove me from the warm wound I have made in you.
I didn't mean to cut.
I didn't mean to bite.
But I am cold and unpredictable. Metal. And I am asking myself the same question. Where did all this blood come from?
The fear sets in.
As you try to remove me from the warm home I have made in you. I didn't mean to cut, I didn't mean to bite. But I am dangerous and unpredictable. And I can't seem to stop accidently hurting myself and everyone around me.
I am a terrible double edged blade, the kind no one wants to carry around.
Somehow, I unintentionally hurt or drive away everyone I really love and care about.
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