take this knife from my hand,
give me a moment to make my stand.
the one last breath before i go,
flashing before me i wont say no.
feel that knife catch my heart,
will iĀ get a new start.
to be a flower in another life,
will i keep fighting with my syth.
to keep my heart beating,
beating, beating lets end this meating.
6 feet under silence at last,
will i start a new life and forget my past.
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