peer through the broken glass
frozen in a sacred time.
hold you breath all you can
the black soldiers are all in a line.
crystal clear, i can hear,
you calling me to death.
but all the same, i remain,
more lost than before.
knives go through your back
you scream falling to the ground
but when knives go through my back,
why do i fall with out a sound?
killer_of_angels Community Member 
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