the knife dance
I
take the knife
within my hand
and I begin the dance
The
cold stell cuts
into my skin slowy
needing to take the pain away
My
mind is growing crazy
my soul is growing dark
the cold tired stone that was my heart
The
blood drips from my arm
it is warm but starts turning cold
not know what to do
take the knife
within my hand
and I begin the dance
The
cold stell cuts
into my skin slowy
needing to take the pain away
My
mind is growing crazy
my soul is growing dark
the cold tired stone that was my heart
The
blood drips from my arm
it is warm but starts turning cold
not know what to do
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