The tourturus pain lingered,
Blood rose in overwhelming amounts
The knife penetrated,
I felt the warmth
Life withered away,
Intense moments became-
The blood amplified
Screaming would do no deed,
As no soul was near to hear-
Only my unwanted self
Hellbound, I must be
Dauntless of a blade, I was
Apaling beyond belief now
Death appeared senseful at first
Now I see,
The pain I'd been living,
Is not as great as this.
 
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