Fuck me with knives...

Fuck me with knives,
this is what love is,
a imprisoned, misunderstood noun,
thrown and tossed around,
fuck me with knives,
let me regret this lust,
pain is the only result, no resolution,
no feel,
hollow darkness, a path,
a path of which I don't want,
but I still choose to follow?
just fuck me with knives,
no reason to be shy,
fate is known but yet still committed,
hence our knowledge, buried in selfishness,
do be dug up again?
with large doubt my conclusion is set,
to hold a hand, with veins so warm,
does not mean a thing but just to be used,
do feelings just vanish?
what have I become?
the world, maybe so,
am I to weak, I can't get up,
I don't want to get up,
no further intentions,
to hold an innocent smile again, my only wish,
now a smile, a result of distortion,
my mind is blank, who will save me?
Nobody...