I feel no fear.
I am no more than willing,
For this bloody killing.
My blood will flow,
The wind may blow,
And the rain shall fall,
But I won't care at all.
It will end,
With wounds to mend.
I will be gone,
But you must carry on;
You shall be strong,
You WILL go on!
Just remember me,
And who I used to be,
Along with the fight I fought,
And my favorite hiding spot.
I feel the sharpness in my soul,
Empty as it is, like a bowl;
The blade to my skin,
It's time to begin.
Now I feel my skin ripping,
And my blood is dripping;
Dripping down my arm,
As I do myself harm.
The end is near,
You have nothing to fear;
It isn't your life,
I'm taking with a knife.
It isn't your pain,
I have nothing more to gain,
From this life,
That I'll end with a knife...
(unfinished, more to come)
