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Blade

December 24, 2011
By Anonymous

Here I start to define it
There's a mark,
On my heart
And it will never fade away
A memory etched on the surface
Once again it serves its purpose

Infection spreads through me
Like spilled ink in a glass -
Each breath could be my last...
It stained my mind black
My sanity is gone and will never come back

Here I lay on the floor
Pouring out my misery
I have shattered my loyalty
I'm hoping I will breathe no more
Thanatos showed me the back door.


The author's comments:
Read in-between the lines, you'll get the message if you read it carefully. =)

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