A Thousand Knives
We wake up deep into the shadows
Already lost in this fortress of lies
We've long been fed with sugarcoated deceit
Enduring the aftertaste that's just too bittersweet
It won't be long when a tight embrace becomes a struggle
And loud cries turn to strained whispers
Gazing up at their sweet smiling faces
As they stab us with a thousand knives
Carrying our bleeding hearts on our sleeve
It gets even harder to stand on wounded knees
Down on the ground still they beat us to a pulp
Blurred visions we see our dripping blood on their hands
Faith is weak and well on our way to death
We struggle out of this unwanted coma instead
There's a faint light and that is all we ever need
We lash back at them and with their eyes open, leave them to bleed.
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PoetryI strip myself bare in poetry.Reveal a hidden vulnerability.I ignore a risk of paper cut.With words I create a twisted path.Come along these lines.Will you walk with me?
