Random shitty poem just barely worth saving

[my_soul_onpaper]

Random shitty poem written in ten seconds and just barely worth saving.

Life fucking sucks....

The thought of my life
of sex, booze, and strife
can be personified as a knife:
Cold, metallic, cutting, facillitating,
used for little else but debillitating
anyone who comes near,
and I always perservere.
While, still, with every passing year
more and more blood stains my blade
but what do you care,
as long as you get laid.
Still, know that you will soon be betrayed
listen to my serenade,
but be afriad,
for if you play with knives you are sure to be dismayed.