• I know what I'm doing
    I know it will hurt

    but the red
    its so bright
    under my skin

    It calls to me.

    The pressure, the odd pressure,
    on my chest
    is a bother

    the silver says it will stop
    when I free the red.

    I want to.

    I need to.

    Just one time,
    Silver is telling me
    just one slice and the pressure will be gone.

    I cannot control my self,
    And the red is like a river,
    and it is so beautiful.

    It makes me tired,
    I want to rest.

    Maybe... maybe if I just lay my head down,
    It will be faster,
    and it is.

    The red is a lake now
    And I'm having trouble seeing,
    I close my eyes.

    And as I sleep, silver speaks to me,
    tells me the pain will end,
    very shortly...

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    The raven rests on her shoulders
    her gentle face framed in red,
    red that will end her pain
    end her sorrow....
    red that will end her.