Wounded

That knife, that fateful knife that slashed my heart in two that bid my blissful days adieu. In my dreams that knife I see that bought my smile for misery. Although in the dark, just but a spark is all I need only my fears finds it feed. That knife that took my love away, threw it far from me that day slit my heart, yet still undone stabbed my dreams, now i run. Slit and slashed... emotion rains through tears.