It's funny when you remember
times passed by and misery filled,
The bile in your throat so testing,
limits to your will.

And years go by,
And rain, it rains
And new life grows,
You forget the pain,
And how you died,
And knives so stained,
And (k)nights so low,

But the sharpness in your eyes
The darkness in your lies
The hawk-ness in your strides
The spark-less kiss goodbyes
Speaks honest of your trials
And shows how hard you tried
You broke me, I survived
Now scars show on my hide
But I'm not plotting your demise

I'm stronger from your betrayal
That wound barely opens now