Blade

by Mel   Jul 27, 2005


Tears are falling
from my wrists
palms are curling
into fists
outstretched arms
I show to you
the harm you've done
from what you do
you say no words
just blankly stare
upon your face
you show no care
and as I wait
it starts to seep in
I gave you the power
to help you win
how could I be so blind
yes, you were the blade
but it was I
who let you invade

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