I am many things to different people,
I am a thing of beauty for some.
A collectible, a tool,
an object to be feared by others.
No, feared by most, don't be a fool,
I will hold your attention,
as surely as I hold an  edge so keen, so cool.

You hold your breath as I draw near,
I can smell your fear, see the welling tear in your eye.
I hear your pathetic pleading prayer,
 "Please, please, no not me, I don't want to die!

I hold the power, the control, perhaps of your very soul,
as I make that fatal hole which ends your life.
I  am a shiv, a shank, the last flash of  cold steel you'll ever see,
I am a knife.
I will kill you first, and then if I want,
I will kill your wife.

KOTAH.