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 the knife catch my heart,
Will I get a new start.
To be a flower in another life,
Or keep fighting with my sith.
To keep my heart beating,
Beating, beating lets en this meeting.
6 feet under silence at last,
Will I start a new life and forget my past?
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