Poetry: Caring for Knives

Can I play with your pain?
Go in and out your life?
Allow me to make you insane
Little smiles I drain
Madness off the chain
accompanied by a knife
drips are from my strife
that I bleed on every mouth
It goes inside and out
of each of these hurt grown men
and I am bursting of sin
Please, just let me go
You don't want to know
the madness I know