THE PLUNGE
With your anger building,
to an unbelievable height.
You've given in;
and restraint,
you no longer fight.
With a shiver of pleasure;
within your hand you grip
your weapon of choice.
You've given in to that darker voice.
As into my body,
your knife did plunge.
The ground soaked up my soul,
like a sponge.
As my life flowed from me
like a flood.
I was left to lie,
in a pool of my blood.
Putting an end to
my heart stopping fear,
I knew soon,
the end would be near.
As my life slipped away.
A prayer for your soul,
I did pray.
Then once again,
alone you did stand.
With my lifeblood
dripping from your hands.
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