Another sip

Entranced in the blade and the way it speaks to me
Silent whispers in a a tone so sweetly
Intertwined with lies is a promise of ecstasy
I confide in the knife with a body lying next to me

Resting, so peacefully
Splayed, for all to see
With open eyes in agony
Deaths contort twisting so beautifully

Why do I feel this way?
So empty after such an exhilarating play
This thirst has me caught in its sway
I need another sip
I need another gruesome display