Letters keep me warm,
Help me through the storm,
You're in my dreams,
Lighted up by all theses beams,

My gun lock and loaded,
All fears aborted,
Fighting this war,
See my friends as I crawl,

midnight screams,
midnight songs,
midnight sins,
midnight gone.

It holds only death
It kills.
It sends out harm but takes nothing back.
The blade is like a bridge
A crossing point
The blade binds the wielder to victim
It binds life to death.
But what will happen when I'm both the wielder and the victim?