Pretty Blade

Silvery metal shines in the sun,

That has leaked through the curtains,

I want to run,

Headache instensifies, blaring,

Sorry Blade,

I know I shouldn't be staring,

You're so beautiful, shimmering in the light,

You want to kill me?

I won't fight,

Here, I offer you my wrist,

It's no problem,

Not a cruel faith-twist.

The End

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