I'm sitting alone in my room,
With the moon shining bright,
I see these Flashes of Silver,
And pick up whats shining,
I realize its blades,
They seem so friendly,
Asking me to give them blood,
And I do,
I watch the blood run down,
Feel my life leave me,
I fall asleep and never wake up again.
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