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i stand on deaths door, my dagger in one hand my sword in the other

i remember yesterday polishing my newly bought sword with all the dreams that came with it

all the dreams of the future with her, and now i stand at the gates of hell, my dagger poised over my heart and ready to plung deep when i see her

we both had a dream, hers more than mine, to have a child of her body, one she could watch grow

that dream is dead and soon i may be too, if i lose her i will have nothing, and hell is better than nothing

so may this be carved deeper than this dagger may plunge, he stayed with his love, his life, his dreams, even though all went to hell