My knife is a word from my enemy’s face
Piercing my body and soul
Not caring of the meaning or the sharpness of it
Constantly killing, never letting go
My heart is a balloon
Waiting to burst
So fragile
Nothing hurts worse
My soul is a fight
Forcibly taken
Locking away wants
Until the pain has broken
My life is a curse
Encountering evil
Where darkness shadows my path
Until it’s lifted and the heavens require my presence.
To never tear ever again.
