i stand atop this hill with my heart in one hand and a knife in the other i think i'll just throw them both away niether have done me any good but before i throw the knife i want to fear its sweet soothing kiss on my skin i'll throw this heart away but now i want the blade more then ever i'm lusting for more of its euphoric bite someday someone will find my heart maybe they can put it to better use then i ever could have i don't need feelings anymore i have my blade its all i need i have no need for such a useless thing as my heart i will smash it to the floor so no one can enjoy it ever