Sharp Swords
- Sharp swords piercing through heart weak,
- Dark nights long, each wound a shriek.
- Many battles lost, hidden and seen,
- One finds silence between the screams.
- Through the chaos, I find no meaning,
- A thousand strokes, yet no word,
- Only silence echoes in the void,
- Lost in an ocean of thoughts,
- Searching for a thread of truth,
- But the maze seems endless.