The Pen Is Mightier
Hidden in your lies
is the truth uncovered
From the deepest wound
Left an awful scar here
I fought in hell
To save one's dignity
I roared your name
Like steel
Cutting cold ice
Deep enough
To feel pain
Beautiful turns ugly sour
the skin almost creeps
Falling a fine line unreal
To cut at the razor's edge
The face cuts truth
In the deepest wound
cold hard lies open cuts
Did I ever know you
The blackest heart
A complete stranger
Horrid ugly deceiver
in what you done
no respect shown
Cold emotionless heart
Cutting to the bone
to look crazy upset
over nothing
Almost possessed
Like shut down empty feelings
Open the eyes
An obstacle between us has grown
like hitting an iceberg
something is dreadfully wrong
Then you drew the sword
Shot me down
Buried without closure
the bitter end
Coldest cut frosted
Scarred deep within
The razor edge
Straight through the centre
Just like a knife
in searing pain
The finest cut
The tongue
like a paper cut
Drawn with the pen
can cut deeper
than any wound
upon the sword
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