Pointed Daggers

one who is greedy, careless,

one who is selfish and oblivious,

not aware of the pointed daggers

he slowly stabs, straight and with purpose

small and white are

grains that make a pile of poison

that dissolves into the heart,

coolly swirl down to the soul,

nothing can stop the stream

once inside, it takes strong hold

one who is greedy, careless,

one who is selfish and oblivious,

not aware of the pointed daggers

he slowly stabs, quiet and with purpose

walking and talking like the rest

even not quite belonging

there is nothing different,

but laying on his surface,

there’s a layer of ice

which goes unseen,

but rattling to the touch

one who is greedy, careless,

one who is selfish and oblivious,

not aware of the pointed daggers

he slowly stabs, cold and with purpose