Was He Worth It?..

Let me tell you a story. One with a twist.
A story I've written across my wrist.
A story that ends with blood and bandage.
You've voiced your lies, you've done your damage.

All hints of remorse have burned to ash.
The tears and scars will cease at last.
The pulse in your wrist, the beat of your heart,
Just knowing you're alive tears me apart.

Relax sweetheart, just close your eyes.
I've risen from shadows, from my disguise.
The more you move, the more you scream,
The more you'll wish this was just a dream.

The knife slowly falls to the ground.
Nothing exists now, not even sound.
My breaths become short, my knees become weak,
As a smile is born from cheek to cheek..