I'm a blade that cuts through hearts; only to get blunt in the process
The blood of the innocent left on my blade, reminding me of my actions
Actions I don't mean to make; for I am just the weapon, not the user
How many times shall I mutilate the same organ,
Until it's no more?
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The Fallen Kingdom
PoetryThis is without a doubt filled with some of my best writing pieces. Most of these were written throughout the summer of 2018 when I became severely depressed. Each poem here is filled with intense and authentic passion, and that is what makes this w...
