[ WP ] Write a murder from the perspective of a cheerful inanimate object

I remember when my creator first made me, oh so many years ago. Made for a purpose, I relished in the taste of the deserving. 
 
 However it has been many years, even decades since I was last used for the purpose that I was designed for. 
 
 For many years I spent in a dark closet before being placed into something called a `` Museum''. I have sat here over the years, being seen but not used. Oh how I long to be used. 
 
 I hear those who see me as they say `` How could people have been so barbaric?'' and `` We are glad we no longer use this.''. Yet, they constantly take pleasure in posing in place as they take pictures of themselves in me. 
 
 If only I could just `` slip'' and once again be used for the purpose I was designed for. 
 
 Eventually more time passes and I hear a lot of arguing and loud bangs from outside. The turmoil sounds great, wish I could see what is occurring. 
 
 Then it happens. 
 
 One day I am brought outside, placed onto a large stand. There are hundreds of people around me chanting. 
 
 I then see two of them forcing a third into me, unlike most people these past few years this one does not look happy to be put into position. 
 
 I feel someone pull on one of my ropes, my blade falls with the force of gravity, it feels so wonderful I wish it could last forever, however it is finished much too quickly. 
 
 My blade falls, as their head falls off, I see it looking at me, it blinks once, twice, a third time and then stays unmoving. 
 
 I see someone has removed the body, and another is being put in place. 
 
 Life is a circle, and my time has once again come around. I am once again being used. 
 
 This looks like its going to be a great day. 

