"THE  RUSTY  KNIFE "

Its bit rusty

But still the sharpest knife

Played it with on my wrist

Like butter on the bread slice

Pushing it a bit & dragging slowly-slowly by the time

The warm red blood graced the marble floor

just like red paint spread on blank canvas in the moon light

The pain is unbearable still its less than the pain that my heart & soul feels time to time

I know this will end up hurting pretty bad to me

Still i choose this as my salvation of pain in night

Its just like pain nullifying the other pain

That my loved ones or my life brought me time to time

The emotional pain becomes numb

Whenever I let this rusty knife do the job for me in nights