How grim, is tonight’s tale?
As you stand on the ledge, looking down at the world,
How many daggers, have you removed?
And how many, are sunken in, too deep to locate the handle
Yet they flutter and sting, with a single breath,
It’s time to go, leave the same way you came here,
Release your grasp on the aspiration, of finding her,
You hope, you spot her by her scent, drifting to the high roof
So that you won’t be seen, not just by her, but everyone,
But why put yourself through torture again?
Is it worth it, when expecting the crushing blow?
Are you able to withstand, more artillery?
Disappear, let yourself heal, while distractions
Flood over you, as you slowly start to see the distance,
Step back, adore the sunrise, coming over the rooftops,
And wait, for those daggers, to disintegrate.
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