I’ve said it before,
It slips off your tongue.
A poisonous song
that your victims hear sung,
In the moments before
the blood starts to run,
The darkness of war
in the dead heat of sun.
You stab without warning
When did this begin?
I thought we were
Wayfarers, lovers, and friends?
Why did you turn
to sink your blade in?
Was it just too easy
Because my skin is too thin?
What’s happened lately,
It’s brought us all stress.
And now onto me
you let your pressure press.
But I’m just to brittle
and this is too much distress.
So I’ll let you breakthrough
And fall into your mess.
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