My mind was a sword with no
obvious opponent
No tyrrannical punishment
could I bestow, without
the knowledge of who
the victim might be.
Against my own self,
this bloody sword paved its way
slicing itself into my blurry
thoughts
Smashing against me,
its hard words and fearful
imaginations
The view into my soul
was unmarked, clear and precise
as the enemy, being myself-
slashed its ways into
my open walls.
I would cry desperately
aloud
-from the solitary state
I so imevitably found myself in
The angry winds of time,
tearing pieces of me
away with it,
fleeing as I recognized
their sinful crime-
A pain
so hardly sincere
blunt as it pierces my side-
demonic as it plunges deep
into my thoughts
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