Word-Craft
You stabbed me in the back with a vocal dagger
I will someday remove it and climb out of the ditch where you tossed me
Once I find a path out, a hand to guide me out
I will take the dagger melt it down to craft my own words
And those words will be filled with truth unlike yours which was crafted of spite
I shall gather as much material as necessary
My well crafted dagger unlike yours it will not miss
And unlike you I will not stab you in the back
I will take the newly crafted weapon and put it in your hands
The words are real I will give you it to use on yourself
Because if I want you to feel buried and forgotten
I will look you in the face when I do it
Copyright © Raven Tones | Year Posted 2017
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