Cutters of Souls

They are circling around us
in various appearances
We hope we'll never meet them
The cutters of souls

They appear to us as words
Words hurting you with horrifying force
Because they're spoken by the loved ones
Those we never expected to of course

They appear to us as silences
On moments, thoroughly chosen
Silences speaking the most painful words
Cutting your soul in to peaces, making feel frozen

They appear to us as deeds
Deeds so painful and low
Confronting you with truth
You preferred you' never know

So charis your happiness
Be aware of their presence
The couriers of grieve
The Cutters of Souls