XXx1000 Lives & 1000 KnivesxXx (STORY) Part 2

I remain breathless as the image is cleared.
Now seeing all of my mistakes & the tears I've cried.
All of my broken dreams & the pain I've denied.
Unable to move, I just stand stunned in one place.
No choice but to let this wingless beauty fall from grace.
I seem to fall in line with the 1000 lives,
who beg for forgiveness of 1000 knives.

I pleaded guilty to a crime I didn't commit.
Everyone knows it, but they won't seem to admit.
I'm collapsing so hard it's complete asphyxiation.
But no one can save me, for I have no determination.
It it that I was chosen, or am I the one who chose,
to get pricked by the thorn of my demon's rose?
I found what I'm looking for, but not what I need.
And from this posonous wound, I bleed.
Crimson drops drip down to the stream I've made.
Raging faster & faster from the game I've played.
It flows past the souls of 1000 lives,
that wear the burden of death from 1000 knives.

Everything's over, no more pain to bear.
No more hiding behind the mask I was forced to wear.
If tears could speak I would have endless storis to tell.
But I guess all remains silent, which is just as well.
They found me, still breathless & white.
What once seemed so perfect faded into the night.
They try to call me back, but it's too late.
I'm bound to the wrong side of Satan's gate.
Today was the day I was laid to rest.
Nothing but closure truely at it's best.
To think no one attempted to save my life.
And all it took was
Just
One
Knife!