as I sit in a corner of a dark room
the windows open slowly and
the darkness quietly flows through
as blood seeps through into the ground
I have found myself crying for
the blade was buried in so deep
and i couldn't find myself to be so weak
will death over come this defeat..
or will i have to suffer as the
darkness whispers his name coldly into my ear
while i am slowly drowning in my own tears
 
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