Grab The Nearest Thing

Kill me
Why don't you kill me
Why don't you take that knife
You see it there, shining
Glistening in the blood it's soon to be soaked in
Why don't you already kill me?
Would you prefer I turn around
For a stab in back you can get at
Are you left handed, or is it asking too much
Breathe
Calm yourself
Stop your shaking
You'll miss at this rate
Take careful aim now
The weapons right there, the use is known
Go on, the tension's built, they're edging you on
Why don't you kill me?
Why don't you just go slow and cut right through the-
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Ahh. There we go. There you go. And there I go.
Look at your hands.
Caught you redhanded didn't I?
Did I force you? Did you manage it all by your lonesome?
Let it pool now
Feel it drip. It's warm right. Now you know.
Why did you kill me.
Do you know?
Do you know your arm, your hand, your fingers, your drenched fingernails?
Do you really know?