Bitter Blade

I wrote this in my history class this morning. I managed to pay attention, too. Promise. Anyway, I'm really happy with the way it turned out, from the rhythm and rhyming pattern to the imagery and the general content. It is, as ever, inspired by my endless drama. Enjoy, and do tell me what you think!

Cold the wind and dark the night

     as I tremble by your side

merciliess and unforgiving

     I hold your name

          you hold the knife

Standing on the edge, we balance

     careful not to careless cross

the line we drew in months gone by

     we can’t give away

          what we already lost

Sharp the blade, bitter the end

     more, but so much less, than friend

merciless and unforgiving

     the wounds we made

          we cannot mend

They say that healing comes in time

     but I grow colder every day

shivering against your chest

     the warmth you give

          I leach away

Cold the wind and dark the sea

     swimming on the edge of dreams

merciless and unforgiving

     there’s no more warmth

         you’re cold as me