mother of blades
Cutting you so deep
Uncovering the secrets that you keep,
Seeing your soul right through
In a way you never knew,
Fiddling with your heart
I play the finest kind of art.
Blades I make, with knives I work
Making you cry - Taking you high
Mother of Blades - Where it all fades.
White weapons in my defense
Yet I could do it with just one glance,
Mother of Blades I was once told
All the mystery you could not hold.
And now your lips I'll glaze
For you will not rephrase.
Causing so much pain
In the depths of your heart I reign,
Being the one you once evoked
I make you feel the hurt you have provoked.
by Magda H.
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