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I sit in the dark,
watch the shadows whisper.

My tears have dried,
my blood won’t fall anymore,
empty inside, stripped of emotion.

Watching the rain,
I feel myself die a little more,
decaying and bleeding on the inside.

No one’s coming this time,
as the darkness claims me,
I’m always alone in the end.

The blade, so sweet in my hand,
it offers freedom,
whispers of release to my ears.

Voices and memories,
clouding my mind,
I let my arm bleed,
paint another bloody design.

Wings broken,
I sit alone in the cool air.

I watch the blood drip,
scarlet and sweet,
and a smile crosses my face.

Bleeding alone,
crying alone, I smile,
for I can feel at last.