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Pale, Moon Knife
written by Bloodsplattered_Fears09:36 AM 2/21/05I look to see the moon,
Leaving a pale mark on the floor.
I know I’m going to die,
I can hear him outside my door.
He reminded me of myself.
I couldn’t see him in the gloom.
The door is open now,
He is walking into my room.
I could see what he was holding,
It reflected the dark.
A large knife.
A knife to keep my heart.
As he walked closer,
I was not afraid.
I now he will do this,
He was saving my day.
I looked at him to do this.
I couldn’t want it more.
I closed my eyes tightly expecting pain,
When the knife hit the floor.
I looked over to see what happened,
What I saw saddened me more.
What I saw was him,
Crying on the floor.
I knelt near him,
It made his happy a little more.
There we were sitting on the ground,
His crying on the floor.
I knew what he whimpered,
What he wanted me to now.
He cried it in a slow shaky voice,
“Please don’t leave. I don’t want you to go…” |
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I wish there was someone like this who would do this for me...
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