My Last Memory

Out across a shining sea,
standing there she waits for me.

But hidden by the pale moon's glow,
a horrid pain I dare not show.

Seeping out from both my wrists,
blood flows out from open slits.

Her smile now begins to fade,
now she sees the blooded blade.

The sacred knife falls from my hand,
her athame falls into the sand.

My new wounds can never heal,
kept open by the pain I feel.

Now she has to watch me die,
I never got to say goodbye.

This final thought runs through my head,
I thought you were dead.

Now I hear the final bell,
as I fall to the depths of Hell.