The Blade of Deep Frustration
The blade of deep frustration
creates patterns upon my shoulders
the pain burns, but I smile
beads of blood, in lines like soldiers
creates patterns upon my shoulders
the pain burns, but I smile
beads of blood, in lines like soldiers
Eyes still, transfixed
while shallow breaths waver
mind blank and eyes blind
as memories are engraved
The blade, angry, sings
words that haven’t been heard in a while
it bites neatly but deep
while I stand, numb, yet I smile
while shallow breaths waver
mind blank and eyes blind
as memories are engraved
The blade, angry, sings
words that haven’t been heard in a while
it bites neatly but deep
while I stand, numb, yet I smile
Skin now smothered red
the colour of death and pain
new patterns, eager and aware
whisper, voices of the insane
The blade of deep frustration
falls to the floor
I should regret, feel pain
but I smile, and stare at scars from before
the colour of death and pain
new patterns, eager and aware
whisper, voices of the insane
The blade of deep frustration
falls to the floor
I should regret, feel pain
but I smile, and stare at scars from before
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