Hitting The Fan.

One blade-
A single shard of
Broken heart escapes
the prison of my body.

Two blades-
Many hands make light work
Or so they say
Twice as many scars,
Twice as many tears,
Twice as much pain.

Three blades-
On high rotation, they're a death trap
Chilling and thought provoking
They see all, know all,
Can end all.

Ugly personality bled from the soul
Covering walls you lived between
Never truly to be removed.
A jump too high; forgetting to duck
A single mistake and you're gone.
A final breath; a single step and it all ends tonight…