Bloody sword

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Before you left me, I was happy as can be, I thought you

Loved me, but now I see, it was never meant to be. I lean

Over one time, as the sword goes deep inside. I move up in

Order, The blood will stain but for your name my blood will

Drain. You feel no guilt but still you see the way I felt. But

You never wanted me to be happy, you were mean and I was

Sad. The sword is now in my heart, for I too you was so very

Worldly, but you said I was tart. I sliced my wrists, and then

On down my arms, to where my pain was empty. Bleeding is the

Right thing to do, this way you too can see how you have been

Damned, you can lie and feel numbness in your hands. Eyes will

Blind, and the heart will stop, lungs will clog and then you will

Rot. As the blood, then flows free into the Earth, you will

Overstand. A gun would be too loud and way too quick. Maybe,

Knives will do the trick. They are slow and sharp, why they

Even would cut in your heart. In the darkness everything in

Night you move your hand to your stand. Pull out the sword

Hidden in your man. You slice it in, mostly slowly, working,

Early into the day. From here on out you know you will pay.

Although you know her love was untrue, she was like a cue,

Robber. Taking false love and giving you hope, onto the night,

Then she would sink your lovely boat, down from this town to town.

Love for you is gone, but now sadly you know you don't belong in an

Ordain truth. Your heart is broken, so be so vest, slide the edge

Softly into your chest. Then, we will not judge on whom was indeed

The best. You bleed but you are still alive, you lift up your sword

Leaving one last try. And just as you are about to swing, and mind

On your head to the floor. You fall toward the door. Sword still in

View, now only from a few. Your veins are dry, now just like in the

Evening sky, you have slowly died, inside. For you have committed

Homicide, and suicide. For the sword has gone past your neck and

Obed her face as well. The blood will leak and drip into the sink

Under the town, water will turn red. You were right. The sword

Rived though your head. Now both of you are dead. Alone the

Lightless night, the sword had taken your life. No one believed

You would take your life, but here, now tonight, you have taken

Life from two, one is the blushing young girl, the other is the

One man no one trusted, but he never lied. He said someday

Very plain, she would rot in Hell, with the devil by her trail.

Everyone, who reads this, I took her by my side.

Signed: James McBride

© 2011 S. D. Blankenship

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