Double-Edged Sword
Words
My dear
Are a double-edged sword
With one blade you cut your adversary
Giving them no time to block
Slicing open their pride
Their heart
Drawing their life blood
Allowing it to drip on the floor
In small measured increments
Laugh
My dear
I know you enjoy it but
Words
My dear
Are a double-edged sword
You are never prepared
For the whiplash
The wound you open in your own soul
Where the darkness you’ve shared
Festers and burns
Causing you pain
Which you can never quite relieve
Cry
My dear
But it won’t make it better
Words
My dear
Are a double-edged sword
My Life is a Notebook 