Gruesome?
THE KNIFE It was pointed at me -- the knife. I ran as fast as I could To evade its aim. Call it cowardice, But cowardice be damned! I lost track of sensibilities; I know not what to do. It was gleaming -- the knife. Its edge was sharpened by wits; Same wits I didn't have, So wits be damned! It... Sign in to see full entry.