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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Soaking up the feelings

Like a sponge to a puddle of blood

I sit here staring through glassy eyed emptiness

Wondering what I'll find under the red

The red keeps coming, dripping from my eyes

Crimson streaks stain my cheeks

As another hope is crushed... squeezed... taken

Methodically, mechanically, mercilessly

I clean up my life's blood

Wringing it into the Pail of Despair

Where it sits, settles and seeps

Turning black, then the light grey of ash

Burnt by the tiny flame of a taunting daydream

Rose petals white stir across the rouged floor boards

Stripped from a thornless bouquet

Tied up with the locks of a unicorn

Unscathed, unstained, they float

 

Staring through glassy eyes of red despair

I quietly lay down and die

Bemused contentment upon the pale shade of my smile

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