Silence...
there is no more,
as the knife in my hand,
fell to the floor.
the blood from my wrist,
and the tears from my face,
falling in tandum,
as if to race.
The beat of my hear,
knowing only one tune,
slows and faulters,
For I know I'll die soon.
But then there was her,
with her powerful grace,
that gleam in her eye,
and a smile on her face.
No idea where she came from,
Nor why she was here,
Why she called my name,
or held me so dear.
But she saved my soul,
from the pain within,
and if it wern't for her,
i'd be silent again.
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