Let your knife rip and tear
Leaving the deepest wound Fresh with blood. Sweet weeping Of my blood-soaked soul. Those for whom I’ve given all… Bear it a little longer And a little longer still, Bless the dear knife of my torturer. Cut deep and quick and clean And leave no pining there for me. It is they and they alone now: And the deep holes Within my heart, That only they can fill.
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