The lust of the blade for the smooth fair skin
Indiscriminate it is when choosing its prey
The sharp blade slicing across the vein
The pain not felt, numb, day after day
Crimson drops spilling out the vein
Racing one another down the skin
Eyes closing, tired, lying abed
In total surrender to the silvery blade
Anticipation of physical pain turns to dissapointment
The pain inside, superseding everything
Giving up, watching the scarlet stream becomes an enjoyment
Slowly slipping into the eternal dream
A sense of peace at last
The white light approaching fast
Stepping into the much awaited for realm
Achieving finally, the eternal inner calm
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