Thickest Blood Does Seep from Daggers

It was a long night...


What grief, what sorrow did fill my heart.

An ache unsatisfied with tears. Unsealing wounds.

The thickest blood does seep from daggers.

A kiss of death...Resurrection, I know.


But where there is death, there will always be death.

And there will be no sun, as love will cease to exist.

If this is the truth, I fear the sunrise of the day therefore...

I, in the heart will cease to exist.


Forever in the heart, temporary in the mind, long past in the hand.




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