Sitting in front of the blade, There exists no shade, For people like me, drowning in my own sea. Blade turning in my hand, Waiting like feet to sand, Blue just like I, Unheard is the sigh. Scratch or cut open, Waiting just when, Will it sparkle, Will it be dark. A feel of the metal, Cuts like knife to petal, A feel on my palm, Evades all the calm. Ohhh, Then, not today !
Reason for writing:
Deceptions and Lies from people.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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