The Blade Poem by The Poet Darkling
The Blade
Blade against skin, I hesitate
Do I do it, or should I wait?
I'm all alone here in my shell
Need to free myself from this hell
Where darkness swallows up my soul
And tears to pieces what was whole
Then leaves me lying on the ground
Cold and naked, without a sound
Save his voice ringing in my ears
Echoing madly through the years
As madness takes ahold of me
I use the blade and I'm set free
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