The Knife

Poem I wrote during my freshman year of high school.

The blood spills

  The air chills

Kazekirimaru heads back to the west

  You just got your ass whooped by one of the best

The knife slashes and slits a throat

  As easy as a chupacabra killing a goat

The muskets fire, killing everyone

  An unfair advantage to wield a gun

Besides that, a gun

  Can never be as fun

As the beautiful kill that comes from a knife

  It can be so artistic when taking a life

You can slit their throat leaving them bleed 'til they're dead

  Staining the ground a beautiful red

You could cut their stomach and spill their intestines

  Give them no time to ask any questions

You could slash them everywhere showing your brutality

  Show them that death truly is reality

You could stab them directly in the head

  You could stab them anywhere as long as they're dead

Now you know how artistic the knife can be

  Much more fun than a gun you see

When you use a gun, the kill is too fast

  The emotions never get the chance to last

So when you plan to take a life

  Be cool, use a knife