Silver blades reflect a face
Smooth and sharp in pale light
A face with tears in its eyes
Blades still gleaming in the night
It is not for my heart to say
With night this tragedy will end
But now a shadow darkens day
Against which I cannot defend
I am a man long out of luck
The fleeting muse has been bled dry
Against my wishes I am stuck
Inside a dark and hopeless lie
So now I look upon a blade
Of icy silver stained with blood
To end this lie despair has made
As I embrace the crimson flood














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So, if you can imagine that, you can imagine how much I liked this one.
And this isn´t just blablabla, like "I´m gonna kill myself, nobody loves me" etc.
You´ve turned a cliché into something original. I´m stunned.
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Baka neko ^^
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If it's not worth doing to the extreme, it's not worth doing at all.
"Water comes from the sky... Says it all, really..."
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~Emotional-Writings
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If it's not worth doing to the extreme, it's not worth doing at all.
"Water comes from the sky... Says it all, really..."
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