It was a knife,
Pierced in a body
Which Kills if left
Slowly like the humming cool wind flowing away the last autumn leaf ,
banes when taken out , but solaces
Howbeit , feels as a piece of a puzzle
Incomplete without the blade ,
As a winsome flower Turning dark
In the flashing yellow sunwave,
It was the knife
Made you hollow,
Ending up being stained, cursed and Bumpy
leaving a scar on you and itself
Shattering both .