The Darkness Four
It sits lonely on a shelf
Not having been touched in some time
Still as sharp as before
Carefully cleaned and preserved
The thoughts racing through
One will make them stop maybe two
Sinking into the skin it appears again
That same ruby liquid with its copper scent
The thoughts don’t stop maybe just one more
Reality begins to set in slowly
Just one last long one and it finally stops
Ragged breathes turn to slow shallow
Mind clearing and blade clean again back to its shelf it goes until the next episode.
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