Your dishonesty shields you from my forgiveness,
But I still hope I can slash you with this blade.
The body went limp after a few thousand cuts,
And even our roses had to die in the shade.
Why did we put stiches on rotting corpses?
Why did we lose courage in the haziest nights?
You said that your armor was not a danger,
Yet you quickly grew into a ruthless knight.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 