Wounded
That knife, that fateful knife
that slashed my heart in two
that bid my blissful days adieu.
In my dreams that knife I see
that bought my smile for misery.
Although in the dark, just but a spark
is all I need
only my fears finds it feed.
That knife that took my love away,
threw it far from me that day
slit my heart, yet still undone
stabbed my dreams, now i run.
Slit and slashed...
emotion rains through tears.
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