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Looking at the blade,
I smile at the insane,
Looking for one last chance,
Looking at the dance,
Will I find my peace,
If I end the piece,
Looking at my blood,
Hearing my last scream,
Worries there are none,
Sorrows there are one,
Lost in the black snow,
Lost in the moment of woe,
Will we hear this word?
Will we hear her verse?
Still tighten in the course,
moment to think...
Moment to dream,
I'm still hers.
Waking from the dream,
Waking from this doom,
Finding that I am,
Just alone in my room,
its just a minor wound,
Its just a minor wound,
But I keep feeling its deep,
Deep inside the soul.