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Blood in the snow,
Bird in a cage,
The terror in the eyes
Of prey.
I can see my breath,
But I cannot see the Sun,
Hold me as I fade away
To somewhere
Without pain.
I wish for nothing but
The warmth of your hand.
To hear your heartbeat
As my own becomes quieter.
I've never been more at ease.
Bleeding out is easy,
Dying in your arms is peace.
I kind of wish you hadn't stabbed me,
But the more I think of it -
I wouldn't wish for it
Any other way.
I gave you the knife after all.
About the Creator
W. S.
Although I am not a native speaker of English, I hope that my passion will be welcomed here.
Writing for me is an act of love. It is also a way to express what I cannot say, so I hope you're someone who appreciates darker themes. :)
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