Written by request. Darker than what I usually write.

She was like flame, eating her desires
But as she grew brighter she drew in more fire

Her love, her loss
Her dreams, what a cost

The knife whom she loved would soon be her bane
Her desire, so cherished, would bring her to shame

As she drew it in, it drew her away
Drawing her blood, she started to sway

Now on the floor of the bathroom she slept
The knife whom she loved stirred not nor wept

The End

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