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The icy eyes that pierce me,
Are looking colder then the night.
For some reasong your frowning,
I know something's not right.

The smell of her purfume,
Is floating through the air.
I would ask whats wrong,
But I don't think I dare.

I find myself looking down,
As tears well in your eyes.
I look at you for a moment,
To beg you not to cry.

I see you hesitating,
To unconceal a knife.
That's when I realize,
You're about to take my life.

Soundlessly you stroke the blade,
I close my eyes and wait,
Then I hear you softly crying,
For my disregard and hate.

Seconds seem like hours,
My eyes are still shut tight,
I know I have to open them,
But I fear the following sight.

The shadow on the wall,
Stabs herself, again and again,
Then lays down forever,
Finally, the brutal end.