Haunting in the dim, I hold my very soul in my hands
Eyes, fire in the glowing light
My lips, a pair of quivering, wind-swept leaves, are so rarely parted
A sigh escapes me, as the shimmering blade draws closer to my snow-white
wrists
I battle with my conscience
I can't...
I shouldn't...
But it hurts so much...
A tear runs down my cheek
And a river runs red