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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