The Blade that Never Heals

A dagger’s kiss is cold and clean, But betrayal carves where none have seen. It does not bleed, it does not scream, Yet haunts the soul in every dream. A wound that festers, black and deep, A secret ache the heart must keep. The hands once warm now twist the knife, A silent end to faith and life. The tongue that swore in silver tones, Now drips with venom, sharp as bones. A promise shattered, glass in veins, A love undone by whispered chains. The eyes that swore they’d never stray, Now watch as hope is stripped away. A wound unseen, yet felt so raw, A phantom claw that grips the jaw. For daggers rust and wounds may close, But betrayal lingers—no one knows. It wears no face, it speaks no name, Yet burns the soul in silent flame.