Blunt as the knife,
that rests against my throat.
Your words are like an omen,
growing tired as i wrote.
About the anger thats empowered me,
growing restless in my soul.
Bringing out the worst in me,
steadily taking hold.
Pretending not to tear away,
the light that shone inside.
But still taking on the memories,
of a man about to die.
Deeper cut the words in me,
painless as they slice.
The blood runs a little thicker,
down my chest like fearful mice.
Contradicting babylon,
the rivers flow off keel.
Playful as the begging child,
nipping at my heels.
Faster now the words cut deep,
relinquishing my pain.
I let the darkness take my hand,
and take me, take me away.
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Submission Name: Away
