The Blade

Darkness calls as it always has
I am beckoned again
To cut this flesh
I have done this deed so long
You would think me immune
Darkness calls to me
My lover, my friend
Tempting me to clear my mind
Ease my wounded heart
Piercing this tender flesh
With the angry blade
To let the crimson elixr cleanse
What poisons me within

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