#16 ~ 4her

After some time
Without the knife on my hand,
The felling came, suddently...
All the taste and pleasure
had came back,
And flesh was ripped again.

But before I get more instictive
I remember a promise that
I'd made a few days ago...
And the knife slipped of my hand,
And my face was consumed
by forgiveness;
By something that I cannot leave alone...
That's why I need her,
To help me live without
All these scars,
and fears...

The knife hits the ground,
And was never picked up
again.