Rust (A poem)

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The edge of my blade is dull

orange reddish edges taunt me

my emotions are stuck in a lull

and I cant tell or see

what is rust

or blood

on the edge of this blade.

Both

neither

they kind of look,

smell

taste

the same.

All I know is that the blade to longer cuts

through flesh, bones, guts

and that's killing me

slowly

because it means I cant kill others you see

swiftly

like I'm meant too.

What use is an assassin

with a dull sword?

It kinda makes me wonder 

weather me and the blade

are | separate | entities

if I am human

or if I myself

am nothing

but a bloody, rusted blade.


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⏰ Last updated: Apr 22, 2023 ⏰

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