The Slaugter

Slaughtered love spills tears of blood
Of rage, from an army of one
An army, who could not keep her armor on
Long enough to defend swords of passion

Once gilded man, defender of none
Then dagger tongue, punisher of many
Invades slowly with clever tactics
Amor gone, he surveys for weakness

Epiphany, he spoils her lands of empathy
Sharpens his tongue with accusations
Poisoning her mouth with impurities
She flees as an act of surrender

A white flag is not pleasing to punishers
As she retreats, he stalks her in silence
Frequent his silence, paranoia plagues her
She screams out, amongst muted mouths

Silence is broken, for moments of torment
Thrusting tongue of words into her heart
A mortal wound to she he had plundered
Silence wins as blood stains his memory

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