I've become a dull knife.
unable to slice or pierce the thinnest material.
Now merely a dud of a firecracker,
Where I used to be a explosion tearing apart the night sky.
A tired metaphor, that merely wants to sleep until the day my soul reawakens.
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 5:47 AM UTC
I've become a dull knife.
unable to slice or pierce the thinnest material.
Now merely a dud of a firecracker,
Where I used to be a explosion tearing apart the night sky.
A tired metaphor, that merely wants to sleep until the day my soul reawakens.
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