Dislocated Heart - knife..

pick a knife,
draw your sword,
any sharp object will do.
pick, randomly.
idc.(i dont care)

bare chest, i await.
for a cold sharp,
knife to press and
be thrusted into my skin.

strap me down,
close my eyes tight.
i dont see it..
but i feel it.

the day, you said its over.

Dislocated Heart

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knife-5/