There was a hand that held the knife And there was mine, that pulled it tight The wound was deep, but so was trust Now both are buried in the dust The voice that begged for light And I was silence dressed in white They crowned me pure, they made me stay Then watched me break and looked away No justice clean, no sin alone The sharpest blade is born from bone I bled the truth beneath their gaze And learned to live inside the blaze I am the wound The one they chose to hide The blade they shaped with every lie Not saint, not curse, not runaway Just what remains when light decays They gave me steel and called it fate But I became the wound the blade I've seen my shadow wear their names Each scar a shrine to who remains Not healed Not whole But forged to stand A broken truth in steady hands No mercy held me in its arms Just silence wrapped in holy charms But pain became my silent creed And I survived what I believed I am the breath behind the flame The echo wrapped in phantom pain They wrote their verdict on my face But could not kill what left no trace No peace, no war, no masquerade Just me the wound, the blade