Death
A sharp blade Slicing through her skin Drawing a crimson line Bringing her closer Again and again Cuts getting deeper Her desire to die Leading her nearer Blood pooling around Her body growing weak The blackness of death Pulling her in She’d dreamt for so long Of this final breath Life slipping away Yielding to darkness Her choice had been made Her decision was final Too late to turn back The knife fell from her hand To escape from it all To finally find freedom She wanted to rest This had been her wish Was this what she wanted? Could she change her mind? Was her final thought . . .
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