The Words Of A Sword

I hear these words,
words of a sword.
They have no mercy for blood.

It cuts deep into my flesh,
I feel poisoned, I feel weak.

Everything is spinning,
everything is in blur.

I fall down;
they to break through
my thick skin
these tears of mine.

I feel them underneath
screaming at me
Let me go! Let me go!

As I lay there in my own blood
I can see them standing infront of me.
Looking down at me, laughing.

They have silenced me,
I’m becoming numb.

I try to rise knowing that
they can cut me down any moment,
finishing me off.

I step back, looking into their eyes
and turns around, limping.
I begin to walk away.