Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Kyrielle Orison

With metal held to shaking wrist
I curse the reason I exist
And let the blade come sweeping down;
This is the answer I have found.

Mid dusk and dawn come restless fits
When pain like lead within me sits
And my blood puddles on the ground;
This is the answer I have found.

I whisper words I've heard before
To lend my blade a fiercer force.
I feel my head, my heart begin to pound;
This is the answer I have found.

When I'm gone don't mourn, don't weep,
I've finally found eternal peace.
This mortal coil no more go round;
This is the answer I have found.
 
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