Blade

[heartbrokenspaz]

The hand of
The broken soul
Shivers in
The night
Waiting to
Strike
The blade
Stands Strong
Sharp and Smooth
Precise and even
Ready to move
The broken soul
Bears the mind
Of the
Bleeding Heart
As it beats
Steadily into
The night
When the air
Is soft and
The night is
Dark the
Time has come
For the blade to strike
The pain sears
As the blood poors
All at the hand of
The broken soul
Bearing the mind
Of the
Bleeding heart and
Silence fills the night.

[heartbrokenspaz]

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