I Feel

I feel the handle as i pull it out, hear the steely hiss.

I feel the blade, able to deliver its steely final kiss.

I feel the power, the pain and release balanced on a line.

I feel the possibility, to escape, in this shaking hand of mine.

I feel the cold, pressed to my skin like ice.

I feel the urge to pull across not once but twice.

I feel the pain of those I'll leave building dread.

I feel the torment those I'll leave have each fed.

I feel the choice weighing on me, should i do this?

I feel the need to embrace the end, with a final steely kiss.