Imagine a blade made of shadows

Never seeing it coming

But in the end it wouldn’t matter

Shedding a man’s last drop of blood

Blinking out and falling

Watching him hit the mud

Shrouded with a cloak

Filled with nothing but rage

Pondering this unknown age

Imagine I was the black

And even bigger

You were the figure

Who was the man

That just met his demise

Imagine the look

That must have graced his eyes

Silent and short

Never having time to cry

Much less you ask why

Imagine I came alive

And you felt a sharp pain

In your left and right side

Imagine I wanted to be like you

The pain was me

You’re a coward, I killed you too



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s