The pain is subtle at first
A still whisper of solitary words
Stitched together with pulling scars
and stained pages.
We weave the night,her mysterious follies
take shape against our reflection
keeping score for the needy
while damning the meek.
Bravery reigns as sword touches flesh
etching fears to woven rhyme
blood let in letter form
a release to all who know death.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
The pain is subtle at first
A still whisper of solitary words
Stitched together with pulling scars
and stained pages.
We weave the night,her mysterious follies
take shape against our reflection
keeping score for the needy
while damning the meek.
Bravery reigns as sword touches flesh
etching fears to woven rhyme
blood let in letter form
a release to all who know death.
I'm in a really dark place at the moment and finding it really hard to write. Please be kind! x
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