Your words cut like scalpels
Through hair skull and scalp
Culling the cunning thoughts
My Foolish heart has bought
But your blade is truth
No anesthetic
Can dull, numb or soothe
Unsympathetic
It removes the lie
Like a tumor
Until my life's
A rumor
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
Your words cut like scalpels
Through hair skull and scalp
Culling the cunning thoughts
My Foolish heart has bought
But your blade is truth
No anesthetic
Can dull, numb or soothe
Unsympathetic
It removes the lie
Like a tumor
Until my life's
A rumor
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