As discovered in a box of teen angst, the first from my Nowhere triptych. (The second and third are elsewhere.)
I lived in happiness but now in gloom
I killed that self and locked its tomb
The knife I used just rusts in rain
And won’t come clean from all this shame
What I thought was right was clearly wrong
Because I heard all I wanted all along
And I felt so free, forgetting fear
Had I not been blinded by these tears
I was a pawn in a game of chess
All alone with the queen in check
But after I said all I could possibly say
I opened my eyes and a king was in play
My dreams destroyed and my heart denied
I grabbed my blade and watched it slide
Across my heart, bleeding black
And I knew one day, that blade would be back
