Dagger

The world would come undone

Blood dripping moon

All the torture you put me through

Cackling smile, reeks of beer

Whiskey; this home has always been

Ripped apart, torn to shreds

I'd slip it across my wrist....

Not before I held it to yours

If I held the dagger

It'd be in the last breath you breathed

Cause you beat me too many times

Left me crumpled down the stairs too many times

Dagger raised in the kitchen light...

Glistening peculiarly bright

But if I held the dagger

Above the blood dripping moon

I'd slip across my wrist

But not before I held it to yours