My eyes shut tightly
As I try to fight back the pain
The agony
Of the wounds
You have permanently
Engraved
On my soul
My being
I hold on
And try
To stop the blood
From flowing freely
Alas!
I fail
Your knife may now be back
In its ruby embedded sheath
However
My agony
Is still raw
The human mind
Plays funny games
The weapons now surrendered
It gives you hope
That the wounds shall heal
The pain shall dissolve
Only to cause you to hurt
When you find out
How treacherous
This false hope is
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