THE KILLING KNIFE
By Fiona Cummings
Slowly strangling my insides are suffocating
Too much anguish and negative debating
All around me there is a filthy mist
By the devil I have been kissed
A dirty stain
Shadows my pain
A blooded open wound
Flows in a crimson river all around
Drowning in a deep weapon of water
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Acid tears peel off
my skin
amber fires burn within
Chilled to the bone
Catching the stone
Avoiding the missile
Pricked by the thistle
Lying lifeless
Dying in my sadness
Ended by my madness
It’s dark now
Furrowed brow
Relaxes and I’m in peace with life
Removed by the golden hand, is the killing knife
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