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[chaospo3try]

And now i look down,
the once silent dagger now crimson with rage,
irking to be apart of me,
blood fast flows though my hands,
i stare at all of you in bitter angst,
and with severe pain i let out my fury,
and you all watched, did nothing,
For this my final call,
i let the dagger have her way,
taking the warmth, all the hope,
and you all watched, did nothing,
Lest this moment hold no affect on others?,
should i have been stopped?,
are the courage of others drained?,
for it seems lost so,
and i grow colder, the crimson dagger now a crimson shirt,
a crimson wound, and a riddled heart.....