Your love is a sharpened knife; it cuts into pieces what I believe
My only right to exist, is in the hot pan of
your mean convictions
I fry between orders, warnings and all the
truth that you deceive
Pour on me your boiling words and give me the
final abduction
You slice my desires when we lie on the cutting
table
Insipid, insignificant, those are the words of
my fable
I once thought you would bake me in the oven of
happiness
But what you do is to you take me into a cloven
loneliness
Your behavior chopped my all confidence in
human kind
I didn’t think one could be so heartless, sure
you took yours away
Although I melt into the curves of your body
and your brightness of mind
It doesn’t mean you can stab my feelings and
run through what I say
Your love is a sharpened knife; a long sword, a
war hammer
I am just the ashes of all the time and love
you have slaughtered
Just remember that even if you possess such a
weapon in your sheath
Someone will always have a stronger way to make
you lose your breath
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