Tainted Knife

Tainted Knife

The battle is almost over;
The white flag will soon be raised.
Just hang in there,
Just a little bit longer.
Scars were left,
And people were hurt.
But the horror is near gone,
You’re almost there.
Shhh.
Silence your thoughts.
And just let yourself go.
Let your worries disappear,
And your mind just flow.
It was a bloody battle;
It nearly took your life.
But now your hand,
Has dropped the tainted knife.
You are free.
You have won the war.
Life will go on,
And it will be much more.

The End

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