METAPHORICAL POEMS TO GET RID OF PESSIMISM

3 of swords or 3 of wars?

I was killed by him.
Mentally murdered.
My golden soul had to go in
search of my heart.
Maniac!
Months healing.
Months of crying.
Months of bleeding.
I saw a girl in his hands.
He seemed kind.
But no matter how attentive he is.
When you turn your back
I took the silver pocket dagger from him.
Without noticing.
When a translation takes place,
His heart would be my victim;

I won't take revenge alone.
I seduced him onto that stage.
I danced,
I danced.
I spinned
I used all my strength,
I sing.
I screamed.
I shined like never before.
Everything to leave you exhausted.
Sometimes I laughed in his ear.
I pulled his hair.
He was so deranged that he didn't even notice his dagger in my hands.

He looked melted.
Desperate,
Since there would be figures forming
a hurricane throughout his body.
He cried,
Yelled,
But deep down,
he would be a Maniac.
When he crawled,
Looking for help,
I did like him.
I sank the dagger,
I heard laughter in the background...

The girl in your hands
held his heart.
She would squeeze with all her strength.
I couldn't be killed anymore.
I could revive in peace.
And I hope that the person who lived with him also has peace.
I can't be touched anymore.
I can't be broken anymore.
I started laughing.
You remembering me with music doesn't make sense anymore.
I waited 1 year for you to finally receive what you deserve.
My nights sleep was ripped away from me.
I rose from my grave
More alive and resistant.

At the end of it all, the girl was raped.
She was betrayed.
Luckily, she knows how to talk,
You know how to give a final point.
Her dukes stood by her side.
And I told her what happened to me.
It would take a lot of time.
I wouldn't trust anyone anymore,
But it ended the reign of that
Killer with a charming face.

I smiled
I laughed
I breathed in relief.
Why?
Would it be cruel of me?
No.
Because I had nights of sleep ripped away,
my Blood spilled.
My broken heart.
I had flowers growing on my body.
Not just me.
But like all his victims.
Girls who were victims of lies.
Cheat.
People who were disturbed by it.
And the girl who was betrayed...
I laughed in victory.
For knowing all this and having given a
I like the silver I was killed.