The Lost One

You're deletion, old object of completion. Don't need you, wont need you. Never wanted what I couldn't have. But within my heart I felt a stab. I was once able to believe, that in my heart you weren't seen. But now I need you, now I want you. This is it, this is the one. Let it go, let it go, I urge myself. This will be your death, so from my very bosom I will bleed. As I plead, with myself. It doesn't matter now, you've gone, all we did was love and fight, nothing more and yet my heart has taken flight. Drowning in tears I crawl along the floor to the shelter of my blade, take the knife and down it, I am thy sheath. Take me now, or forever hold thy peace.