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