Will you cry,
If I tell you nobody believed my tears,
When I cried out of a dungeon of abuses,
The marks on my body meant nothing,
Deathra, what do you need for my struggle?
I beg for death and I accept life in pains.
Will you take away the dark circles,
If I tell you nobody believed I got sick,
When I refused to accept other’s fears,
The time lost of my aliveness meant lies,
Deathra, what do you think I struggle for?
I beg for trust and I accept cuts in silence.
Will you colour the words,
If I tell you nobody believed my words,
When I told the truth of people I loved,
The blood in my veins meant poison,
Deathra, what do I struggle for anymore?
I need to feel and I accept numb in pains.
Why I came back that day of darkness,
Was it the life or the death,
Which punished me for blood I cried?
You baptized me in sickness I embraced,
Why you named me Wordsmith,
All I write is for dark the darkness of light,
When do you see me this time, mistress?
Is your soul I steal every encounter?©sjwordsmith