Epiphanies of a Silent Secret

A broad incision I'll lay across arms Spelling what will be of us Two expelling the third I've known But at what real cost does it come? Will Third be settled as is dead? Or forever be a slient secret? This chance could only come on this time For rhyme and reason I'll say it's heard that we've been one... Take your places, hold 'em firm Steady now, aim your arms Align the rails, jerk it quick Truth be told, this makes me sick Wthin arms the neck would be squeezed Stealing breathe from both lungs Assumptions could possibly lead to this Thouhgh it's said I'm not held blame against Just kill it, quickly