Dec 21, 2021
Silver Steeped in Scarlet
You said it hurts to hear those words
The pain, I know it too
After all, I heard those words
First thrown at me by you
Those words you wielded like a knife
That sentiment that bled
The poison that you spat at me
That filled my heart with dread
I cannot find the hatred, raw
That a younger me might claim
Yet, too, I can't quite empathize
It's really such a shame
What better blade is there to wield
To take a stab at you
Than the one you left betwixt my ribs
The day you ran me through?
I can't be fucked to take up arms
But I might enjoy the view
It might make me a monster
But, then, what does that make you?