Cloaked In The Blindfolds

In the shadows

I wish to blend-

To become invisible

To the flying knives-

Striking my heart

Mumbling my thoughts-

Starting and stopping

The liquid betrayal

Seeping out-

Carrying words

Not yet said-

For they are not yet known

But can only be felt-

Not understood

But knowing it’s from

Secret deceptions

They refuse to face-

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