Then the memories
God how they flooded my mind.
Flashbacks of my death.
That girl, myself, a sign?

Our love had fallen apart,
Yes, but I had taken it to its end.
He had harmes me,
But he still wanted to mend.

I no longer could stay in that prison.
Bars made of lies and ice,
Our souls once intertwined,
But mine broken, had spliced.

If he couldn't love me.
He declared that no man could.
He found me brushing my hair,
In the silver of the mirror on the wall of wood.

At mt neck, the knife.
it took its toll.
And my life as well.
Out, poured my soul.

As this last memory passed,
My eyes opened to a beautiful place.
I saw the woman in the clouds,
A beautiful, knowing look upon her face.

Then I knew every secret,
Of my life and my death.
And I went back to save myself,
But brought upon my last breath.



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