There once was a knife,
That almost took a life.
For a deed that she did,
She then hid.
Escaping the world of hate,
She was to follow fate.
But the path wasn't easy,
Certainly not easy peasy.
She saw the eyes of the dead,
With ***** of fury on her head.
Anger was far from what she was feeling,
The baleful wounds that needed healing.
But the wounds were too deep,
Even with every weep.
But it was time though,
For the show.
To face her final fate,
That was unfortunately was filled with hate.
She took one last glance at herself before taking the knife,
But this time it took a life.
her life.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
There once was a knife,
That almost took a life.
For a deed that she did,
She then hid.
Escaping the world of hate,
She was to follow fate.
But the path wasn't easy,
Certainly not easy peasy.
She saw the eyes of the dead,
With ***** of fury on her head.
Anger was far from what she was feeling,
The baleful wounds that needed healing.
But the wounds were too deep,
Even with every weep.
But it was time though,
For the show.
To face her final fate,
That was unfortunately was filled with hate.
She took one last glance at herself before taking the knife,
But this time it took a life.
her life.
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