I have been stabbed.
Piece of my heart bleeds.
Undenying flow of a river.
Hurt and saddend.
But theres a tunnel.
At the end a shinning light.
This wound in my heart.
Has this chance.
Chance to heal.
Right and true its up to her.
She has the will power.
Strength and determination.
To fight the horrible urge.
To heal this mortal wound.
River of blood slowly flows.
But the deadend, quickly awaits.
