Cut

Thick, cold steel glides easily over my skin

Releasing the warm, crimson liquid within

I cry silent tears

Feeling like I've waited years

Walking on thin beams

Hoping that they'll end my dreams

Thought you knew

But what could you do?

Nothing could help me

Nothing could save thee

Our fate was sealed

No weapons were we to yield

I thought that I could trust you

But my judgement was askew

I watch you sleeping

Death takes its creep

It's ice like grip tightening its hold

Never were you so bold

To fight like you did that night

Lightening bared its silver sharp teeth

Rain decided to take its peek

Exhaustion quakes my figure

My conscience it still lingers