Time is a knife

Time is a knife

A Poem by Neroscuro
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It stole from me what I loved, I must steal life.

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Time is a knife,
On really good hands it can heal,
Otherwise it kills.


A knife is time,
Time I’ve lost stepping on shadows,
A fate I have to swallow.


Know tonight,
There will be no mercy for my wrist,
Blood will cease to exist.


Praying,
For a better place to live than earth,
Which I hope is worth.


But I know,
Heavens are for the delusional,
Death is final.


No Hope,
Here or nowhere, I hate it,
Life is a bandit…


…Of Hope.


…Of everything I’ve loved.


It took my love,
Who died within my own filthy hands,
Now I must steal it…


…I must steal life to make it pay.

© 2010 Neroscuro


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Added on July 2, 2010
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Neroscuro
Neroscuro

Colombia



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I don't know what to write here. It's devastating, so I'll just start with the facts. I'm Colombian (Nice country, and not all that guerilla and cocaine ridden as so many people think), I'm funny yet .. more..

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