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Moonlight glistens

off the sharp blade,

as it plunges into my flesh.



It’s double edge

cuts deep,

leaving a gash,

that even time won’t heal.



I am not surprised,

I knew it was only

a matter of time,

before this deed

would be consummated.



Everything was too good,

Too perfect,

Too beautiful.



Now,

my life’s blood and dreams

ooze freely

from the open wound-

staining the multicolored leaves

At my feet crimson.



But death does not free me-

His dark sinister form

is not awaiting me

in the shadows,

as I’d  hoped.



Death is too good for me,

no end to this pain.



I must walk the path a bit longer.

Hoping to finally

find the warm light,

of forever.