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Whispers lay like mist in my ears.
Secrets that have lain forgotten
By everyone who should have
Remembered.
Children with eyes of fire
And black souls that no-one can see
They whisper
As the full moon rises.
They raise their heads
And look up
At the stars that map out the heavens
Above them.
Those eyes will see
What I have seen.
Bow your heads
And think about those
Who gave themselves for you.
Remember them.
Not damned;
Not like you.
Their minds stay pure.
They haven�t been visited.
Not by the children
Who whisper rusted secrets
And taint all that they see.
Falls from under your feet
And nobody wants to help you
Find somewhere to stand
All you want to do is cry.
But misery does nothing but
Make you feel
As thought you�ll never
Find anywhere to stand
Again.
Lift your chin
And smile.
So you can find
Your own platform
To stand on
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Twists of delicate metal; savage
Deadly but beautiful. They watch
As you soften the metal
For the final touches and set it
Down to cool.
Dagger: Sharpened the hard edge
Mounted it upon the
Burnt wall that you have
Deemed your sacrifice.
You smile.
Dagger: metaphorical
In your head
In your heart
In your soul
It digs deeper
Dagger: metal glints in fire
Silver reflections of pain
You desire tears
Sharp points of victory
Trophies.
Dagger: Yours
Heart: Mine
Combined,
Entwined.
Broken.
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