I wander to the edge of life,
But my soul is bound to its core.
I wonder…if I were to let go,
Would my soul remain trapped evermore?

Of all blades, fate is the sharpest.
The others only hint at pain.
I press even harder, pray for reprieve,
But the agony thrives on, unchanged.

I crave the calm darkness offers—
Light scorches everywhere I see.
Death whispers to me, the knife grows warm,
I know it’s my time…soon I’ll be free.
 
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