As i lay in my room
I look around, I find my blade
oh, how i long for the cold steal
The steal to penitrate my chest, my heart
The warmth of my own blood
Comforting me in my final moments
But than i Think, before all is said and done
I see the one who did not leave me
Not a God, but a person, The person
That I love for, the person I die for
the one i Fight for. The one that eases The blade
Lifts my soul and takes my heart
ends the pain and the sorrow
and brings life
The one rason I live is to see this person
I cast aside my blade
and hope to all the gods that i see
this one
I hope, pray and drift into a hellish sleep
full of sorrow and pain...

 
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