Death

Shiver!
A fever.
Catch the knife.
A blink of the heart that grips like a vice.

Shiver!

A fever.

Catch the knife.

A blink of the heart that grips like a vice.

Easy!

A smirk.

Hold the ropes.

A nine inch heart with nine inch hopes.

Awaken!

No fear.

Plunge the knife.

A blink of the tears that hold onto life.

Death!

She's cold.

Hear her scream.

A life now lived in her dark dream.

The End

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