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The Blade

blood spilled on the floor
dagger across my wrists
hands banging on the door
I won't let them in
it's much too late for me
I hear ringing in my head
why can't they see?
don't they know?
it's coming to an end, all my life
I've longed for a peace
brought by the stroke of a knife
this blade is the instrument
guided by the Goddess' hand
a smile crosses my lips
my time is soon leave this land
please don't cry for me...