Steel Funeral Poem by Dazairie Rone

Swollen and full fo blood,
Times come by and im ready
To burst.

A Scab ready to be pealed
But never healed after the wound,
A sword broken by it's only owner.

Back fire for broken hearts,
Powering the intense hatred by ourselves,
Steel left to rot
They told me to keep it a secret,
That no one will know
When mother and father asked
I cut thier nose.

I ran to mountains
Later hills
To return to a friends funeral
His name is Steve
They tell me his friends,
Call him steel.