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Death Ballad
Swift breezes, cold and undying they blow
Dank and cold, the darkness unfolds to show
A mirror stained with demise and whats next
Glaring into it, shows a body that is hexed
"Let me slash the darkness with a knife
release the worries, release me of life."
Here he lies, with knife clasped tight
No left arm strength, only his right
The left has already been drained
On the mid February night it rained
And crying out into a room unclaimed
To bury into himself the mirror unshamed
"Time to dance with the devil and smoke
its time to show myself how to provoke."
Clenched fist, dropping knife he pulls back
But cracks for it is strength that he lacks
Adrenaline rushing, he shows his fury
He needs not rush, for there is no hurry
He smashes the mirror with all his might
What then followed was a terrible sight
He winced in pain, and let out a cry
For as much as he could, he had to try
Too much blood loss, he had to lie
Gasping for breath, he let himself die.
