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I could scream, and I could cry,

But what does that accomplish?

No one will hear.  No one will care.

For a soul is but a memory alone.



So, 'til death do us part, and now is my time,

To branch from this world.

To leave all behind.  To smile sadly.

And to say "Good bye".



Tears drop down my face.

They tickle, but I can't laugh.

My eyes burn.  They become red.

They?re on fire.  I'm blind.



The blade hits my skin.  It's sharp.

And I bleed.  Slowly my eyes close.

So dark, and I can't breathe.

And in a gasp, I say "Good bye".



Or was that?



"I'm sorry."...?



-Morbid Seraphim