In the Twilight hours

I struggle with my words

So wanting to scream

them out and let them know

what I need to do to live.

Those words are part of me

a part of who I am 

closing those doors brings pain

as those words they need to be

Shutting down that part of me

is tearing me apart

the part of me that wants to live

and never more depart

I am not allowed to write those words

the ones that bring me peace

because the censors do protest

and my heart it barely beats

Those words that try to speak 

some more, are quickly shut down

and the peaceful place that is now

holds the Sword in its quick embrace

As the blood dries quickly 

and the sword cuts deeply

I lay there barely even alive

as the words they cease to be.

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