A cold and dark stiletto blade,
It’s rusted, jagged, poorly made,
An open heart to beat it’s last,
Blood that’s spilled into the past,
Where betters fail, the less succeed,
Swear jealous want is just a need,
And lies like acid, eat away,
They take tomorrows with today,
A coward’s heart, a poisoned soul,
With cunning words the best they fool,
A strike comes sudden… does it though?
Was there anything we didn’t know?
This spiraling downward endlessly,
To hit a bottom too black to see,
Pandora’s box broke open wide,
With the false hope that was inside,

JHenry