Your's truely, the blade that binds you.
I draw a Red River that soothes her pain, once, twice, three times she cuts again and again. She never thought she would feel alone and she never thought she could feel like this… and I am her only hope, the blade held against her wrist.
It’s hard for some one like her to let it all go but left with no choices and her own demise, I will be the one that holds her and stays by her side. When she is left with nothing, and nothing left to do… she will find me as I will find you and you cannot run nor can you hide… for I am the blade and I am bound to your side.
(I don't know who wrote this)
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