She's The Blade Poem by Grant Lovell

Shes the blade,
And I'm the one thats afraid.
It's not the pain, not the shame
It's the memories of yesterday

Red stained dairies,
Wrist of the devil's tears,
Sorrow eyes of angel's cries,
In my fears and her lies,

Are my exit wounds.
From the inside, I am numb.
Will I feel again?
My heart doesn't breakeven.

From guilt and pain,
That I can't wash away.
I can't hide the stains,
It all stays the same.

She's the blade,
The knife that will make me fade.
My heart reaches it's dead stop.
From being drained out of a love knot