A blade to my wrist
Like a flame to a fire
The reflection of the white light
The forever emptiness saying goodbye
Filled the hole with pain
Filled the empty with blood
The pain consumes me but I don’t want to stop
The darkness torments but I won’t open my eyes
The light blinds but I won’t turn away
This is my fate
My fate and mine alone to face
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Dark and bloody, reality?
Cool poem. The blade and the wrist are one, like flame and fire. You can wield it in power against your enemy, or you can wield it against thyself, if that is your enemy. You seek to know the truth though it is nearly impossible with all the lies and deception. You are courageous and strong and not afraid.