Wounded Wind


A wind through the fields
From a storm that unyields
The doomed ship that kneels
To the sword that she wields
The sound of my heart beating still

The chaos that spreads
From the voice in my head
The pearl gown stained red
From the blood that you shed
As the blade plunges in for the kill

Because you won't look behind
At the times I was kind
While my fabric unwinds
As you're losing your mind
From this heart that was beating until

As you lie down to sleep
I will silently weep
Hoping one day to reap
Of this love that I keep
I do now and I always will

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