The blades story

The blades story

A Poem by Quail
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This is what i believe the thoughts of a blade from a ruthless tyrants sword would be

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They always say right before you die your true self finally comes out

But when you've seen it a million times you start to wonder exactly

when will you see your own wielders truth.

You begin to fixate upon deception

You begin to dull, wear out

Every life you've ever been a part of ending you regret

Every tear you saw you drown in

Every cry for help rings within your head

And im force to just sit there after battle is over

Important when the conflict needs to be settled violently

But as soon as it is dealt with and resolved i am no more

important than the lifeless body i carved out of an innocet

My own skin is permantely marked by the blood even after my wielder

cleans me i still feel the blood, the pain we've caused

But yet its a repeteated flow

It just keeps happening and happening

Dulling and becoming noticed only by the dead

I was created for what?

Hopefully not this

Life is too precious to just take away because your not brave enough to stand in

fight with words

 

© 2011 Quail


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My own skin is permantely marked by the blood even after my wielder
cleans me i still feel the blood, the pain we've caused
But yet its a repeteated flow

I really enjoyed this part,
This is an amazing write

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Quail
Quail

Athens, GA



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