Your words are like dagger
Sunk deep in my heart
Though you spoke days before
But the sting is there to stay
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As I walked along a dwindling path,
The voices in my head, they began to laugh.
To them it was amusing, that indeed I was lost,
But to hell with them, all thoughts were now tossed.
Night was upon me, my vision was impaired.
Bushes rustling, hearts quickening, I was definitely scared.
Trees stood tall, each branch like a dagger.