Death To Death.
Holding back poisoned tears, battered thoughts, and forsaken fears.
There you stood and there u died left with me holding the knife.
Confused and lost tired of running i fell to the ground taking my last breath.
Then plunged that dreadful knife into my chest.
Letting the pain and regret flow out of me unto the ground.
Dying slowly how this death was so un-holy down to hell which now beholds me.
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