Till death do us part...

by his blue eyed baby   Jul 17, 2008


This knife I have and hold,
My heart grows weak and cold,
Through my heart, I'll end it all;
From this blade, my hand will fall;
Now I take this as my fate,
Death be swift, please don't be late;
On my pillow falls my head,
With this blade, I be dead.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Invited

    Well Done and short holding so much emotion- I love it. So sweet everlasting love! You have my definite vote this is now on my favourites list.

    5/5

    Chinwe