(There's a hidden message in the last couple of line...must read the
capital letters)

I lay silent,
Sitting in a cupboard.
My life in the shadows,
Lived for servitude.
I cut the meat for human,
I pierce the hearts of enemies.
I've seen a lot of bloodshed,
And I,
Wish for tranquil solitude.

I tend to those with shattered dreams,
I serve those who want to eat,
I help fight the grip of death,
And transmit it to someone else.

My shape has changed over the years,
My use ranges from tool to weapon.
My heart has seen a lot of tears,
And many a hearts torn.

Insipid my sharpness has become.

Too much madness I've seen,
And quiet solitude I seek.
Killings and murders on my body,
Emanate from my history.

Longing for darkness again,
Insert me back into a sheath.
Victorious those who used me and then
Ended their lives with me.
Suicidal martyrs and teens.
 
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