Poems from Y-u-r-i

Third eye
  Ding dong,    The bells ring marking twelve o'clock sharp,   like the knife in my hand,   the blood spreading on the floor,   like a...
Third person
  I am friends with them,   but are they friends with me?   How I wish I knew what the felt,   what they liked, and how they judged,   but...
My love and my knife
    My love for you has a sharp end     Just like the knife in my hand,      It calls me in, but hurts if I get to close,     How I crave...