Staring into darkness,
I want two wishes-
One for the night to come,
the other for shiny cuts.
A man dressed up.
Unaware-
He doesn't know that,
vengeful thirst awaiting him.
Night comes.
Vigilantes crawl.
To my pleasure,
citizens rest-
Desires untouched.
Now, it is my turn.
My turn to strike.
My wake,
and my wrath.
Little finger points,
to black suits.
The knife,
rigidly impales right through.
Now dead with nothing left.
A ghost seeing but not speaking.
"Killed in a forest fire"
Lies, all to be told to one another.
It doesn't matter,
for someone who doesn't speak,
No truth can be heard.
Play of time,
play of memory,
play of lies.
A simple card all too trusting-
knife in hand, closed eyes in dark.
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Love Hate & Everything in Between
Poetrywe all have those words. ones that are best left unsaid. ones that should be said, yet aren't. ones that ruin lives, and ones that save them. here are some such words. words of love words of hate and everything in between ~~~ im rewriting these fou...
