it would have been
my mother's birthday.
i'd trade anything to
celebrate with her today.

and there it lies.
the knife.
the very thing between life
and death.

i feel my fingers twitching
towards the knife.
i feel my heart aching
to take my own life.

stop!
my mother wouldn't want this.
she'd want my to fight it,
whatever it is.

but i'm alone
on the giant battlefield.
the only weapon i wield,
this very knife.

and i don't intend
to use it on my enemies.