# 4 THE MASSACRE


There she laid scuffling to breathe,

After being slashed to death.

He revealed his face,

Her glazing eyes,lost and hurt,

Trapped by his fake trust.

Because it was him who held the knife.

It wounded him too to do this

Her screamings echoing in his ears

He stabbed himself watching her die,

Welcoming his eternal embrace of darkness.

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