The knife is bought, and I will sharpen it constantly.

The knife has been purchased, and I will keep sharpening it regularly.

Whenever I contemplate thee,

The blade sharpens times three.

Whenever I forget all about the 333, the blade sharpens by a factor of three.

Thus, a line it shall be.

Not because thee will see,

Because thou won't and, frankly, don't.

No one sees the wounds as they bleed;

They will forever go unseen,

A scar in my future is what I foresee.

Solemnly at the thought of thee,

With a knife in my grasp,

I shakily bring it down,

Thus, the red of my blood begins to pour out.

If enough blood flows from me,

Hopefully,

This will be the death of me,

But sadly that’s not my destiny.