First Born

by Saakiel   Oct 16, 2017


Paced into the hideaway
to confess your truth.
I've seen you speak,
and heard you blink.
These array of agonies
are blessed and holy.
You took it out
just to seek refuge.

Walked off into the night
to leave what I breathe.
I danced in a sword fight,
and endured blindsided cuts.
This pierced knife,
is treacherous and deadly.
I didn't took it out
just to swallow it again.

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