Cloak and Dagger


How far into the night

Must I wear this blood stained cloak?

A glass of bitter wine stole my breath

And your broken words I tried to swallow

Made my throat narrow

I silently wept and choked

How many times must I toss and turn?

Upon the bed of cotton and silk

Getting up to walk around

I catch a glimpse in the looking glass

My eyes blurred with tears

My exposed flesh pale like milk

How far must this wavering sword pierce in?

Before old wounds burst apart

How long must this battle for control wage on?

Until it completely severs

And lunges forward through the four walls of the heart

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