Cut Me Whole
Around and about the carving knife plays.
Turning and lurching at terrifying displays.
A cut of the throat is the falsest of sins.
Yet a stab to the back is how everybody wins.
To tell a tale of spite and shame.
Then call them a friend;Call them fair game.
A back full of scars,
A heart weighed with lead.
My eyes filled with stars,
My emotions all dead.
~Sephyra
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Poems from the Abyss
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