A faded light.
This flame,
Is almost gone.
Darkness pours in my room,
As the sun sets.
The moon rises,
And this room grows quite.
All is still.
Now...
Press it down,
And drag it across my arm.
Take this knife.
And kill the pain inside.
The silence is broken,
By so many screams held within.
My tears fallm
Breaking into my wounds.
Another day.
The knife is stained.
The blood has crusted.
The tears have dried.
I get up,
Roll down my sleeves,
And walk to the locked door.
My fears grow.
Has the pain been erased?
Has the screaming stopped?
Will I open this door and be free?
Or will I still be,
A slave to a knife. |
Submission Name: Slave to a knife
