Silver Blade


I am no longer depressed,
But the thoughts are repressed.

My fingers keep it entwined,
But my movement stays in time.

My skin is ruptured in red,
But the thoughts stay in my head.

I can't turn from my friend,
But my life would surely end.

It has a name,
But it's never the same.

I changed for the better,
But it still shows me a new shudder.

My world is black,
But The no reason is back.

There once was a time that i needed,
But it has slowly depleted.

I will keep it cradeled,
But it may be devadeled.

Silver Blade is My friend,
But only One I must Defend.


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