# 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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