when the blood stops
when the wounds heal
and when the scars disappear
what else am i left with
besides the weapon i still fear
the object of my madness
is not just the blades
but the darkness still inside me
a scar that never fades
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stars • poetry
Poetry{stars} "she was carried to land from the stars up above where heavenly angels learn about love and although she was grateful her wings began growing a dark faded color that was in its last brewing she had turned on the good and made peace with the...
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when the blood stops
when the wounds heal
and when the scars disappear
what else am i left with
besides the weapon i still fear
the object of my madness
is not just the blades
but the darkness still inside me
a scar that never fades