The dumbfounded crafter of life's trail
Chisels traces of tears and past sorrow
Onto the smooth rock surface of my face
Stitch my eyes closed to achieve
What most audiences would call moving
But beneath grieving eyelids lays
A shattered soul scratching endlessly
Dim as the midnight shine
He takes his merciless needle
And weaves vengeance into my veins
Betrayal dances on hidden eyes
Like sparks from a late night camp fire
The crafter chips and hammers at my mouth
Until a permanent frown as smooth as silk
Is gently placed on my bruised lips
Lines carved into my fingertips with a safety pin
Resemble the twisted roads I shall take
Steel lungs welded to breathe polluted words
And finally a heart of gold is forged
Coated with a shield of the darkest coal
With one swift move this dumfounded crafter
Breathes air into my frowning mouth to my steel lungs
And a beat greets my chilling heart
As blood pumps through my vengeful veins
It's time for this girl to live her life
Crafted to be cold

 
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