There is a blade within my heart
And through my tears
I cannot see what poison lies atop it
What is contained within the green stain
Perhaps the birth givers screams
Perhaps the taunts of the children
Perhaps the pills in the orange bottle
Perhaps the heritage in my blood
Perhaps the snakes I called confidants
Perhaps the scars apon my body
Perhaps the lifelong letter markings
Perhaps the city and it's streets
Perhaps the changing temperatures
Perhaps the lonely lunch table
Perhaps the girl who shoved my chair
Perhaps the boy I can't forget
Perhaps the sisterhoods stolen
Perhaps the 7 story garage
Perhaps the food within my teeth
Perhaps the distance of disease
Perhaps the three digit number
Perhaps the tunes I have not heard
Perhaps the numbers I stare down at

There was never any poison on the blade
The green illusion a distraction

For when my tears clear
I find what I should truly fear
Is the reflection on the sword