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Terrified, like a child left raw
Run away from the death that seeks thine self
Its struggle to embrace
Trembling are you at its very presence

Desperate, seek a helping hand
Finding only intense pain
Clever knife in my spine
To what do I owe your sadistic wrath?

My Blood, My blood
Spills from my mouth
I Trouble with words
So he tells me

Clever Knife:
"I hear not, you weep for aid
And know your love is mine"
Thine Self:
"What deed have I done?
Where did I go wrong?"
Clever Knife:
"You stole the love I did not yet own"

My Blood My blood
So Abrupt, Clever Knife
To what do I owe your deceitful attack?
Her fatal attraction
Deserves my death...

...This pain I feel, grows stronger
And to my knees I fall
The fear of death takes over
My eyes grow weak!

I cannot see this clever knife
So abrupt, Clever Knife
To what do I owe your deceitful attack?

My Blood My blood
Spills from my wound.
This blood
Falls from an innocent man.

Clever Knife:
"Your eyes fill with darkness.
Your death, is now mine"
Thine Self:
"My death?
To whom does my death avenge?
...Please answer, before I die,
To whom does my death avenge?"
Clever Knife:
"The trouble
Your pity life gave me."

And through his words
To find my blood was shed
By a friend so untrue.
This death! This sight!
Shall forever stain his mind!

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