The Killer

I see you at the edge
Searching for the lost pieces of your home
You ask me if wisdom is a curse,
If happiness is solely for the ignorant,
And if freedom is just a fool’s dream
I dare not push you with my words,
So I let silence be my saviour
And as you slowly lean over,
I wipe your blood off my conscience

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