I want a knife;
the sharpest,
of all the knives in the world
The knife with an ivory grip;
and a gleaming edge;
engraved with obscure ruins
I want to plunge it
in my middle;
and slice it across
Cutting open my belly;
savoring the soothing pain;
smelling the oozing blood
The steaming guts will spill out;
and so will the coldness
I want to see it,
the coldness inside
I so want to face it,
the darkness within
I want to feel its texture;
the ice-cold mercury;
that makes up my core
I so want to sense its force;
the powerful darkness;
vibrating in my being
I want to question it;
the unanswered questions;
forever silent but hanging in balance
I want to challenge it;
the reservoirs of courage;
forever loud but hollow
Darkness within… Saught after and personified…. Brutally…
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Thank you so much
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So much intensity…. You strive so much~~,,
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Your intensity is so wonderful~~~~
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Thank you Nancy. Very kind of you. I am glad the comment was successfully posted
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No commenfs
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Thank you
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Sir you nailed it !! Relatable
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Thank you Nida
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Shahryar khawar I could smell the blood seeping out of your belly..
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Very kind of you to say that….. I guess…. Lol
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Do you use Anyother form of media, like fb or Instagram?
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https://www.facebook.com/shehryar.khawar.9
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