The dagger almost hits its mark,
Stinging at the slit it starts,
Pulsing with the fleshy parts,
Clearly like you hit your heart,
Throbbing through your finger tips,
The blood it rushes to it quick,
Heating up with the infection,
In the cause of our protection,

Attempt the hits to play the game,
But pain can only go one way,
So what are you attempting for,
Vain attempts of unseen sores,
Is ones life so unimportant?
To leave a life without destroying,
Yet as one turns to the ground,
How many shadows can be found?
Is it you suffering alone or are there others hurting so?
So if you leave it’s all right,
For them to follow in your blind flight,
You laid the path and paths are followed,
And your dead end is others also,
All because your life’s so bad,
Yes they are watching,
Though you can’t see,
Invisible in your eyes unimportant it seems.