Come and sit here with me
underneath this Haunting Tree
I open up my poetry book
and pull this Knife slowly out of me
The blood dripping off
it's pain and memories
I need to let out of me
Don't be startled
I'll stick the knife back inside
sometimes I just can't let out
what sometimes hides
Relax by the Haunting Tree
it's no different than you and me
bent and broken
Twisted and shapeless
Look closer at bark
You'll see it's faceless.
©darkdayz95
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