My words are a weapon.
a weapon so sharp, so lethal,
like a blade jutting into others,
at the hint of my command.
My words are a weapon.
it pulls me between worlds,
travels me beyond horizons,
And throws me above the skies.
my
words
were
a
weapon
a weapon that played pictures in my mind
that now fade in the dying horizon,
the colours melting into each other,
a tapestry of laughter and tears
my
words
were
a
weapon
a weapon that sang voices in my mind,
a cacophony of love, pain and joy
that now softens into a dull melody,
retreating into the tombs of my mind
my words were a weapon
a weapon loosening from my hold,
slipping from my grasp
into the void below
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