I held the sword, though didn't realize it at first.
The blade was shining and white, so beautiful.
I was holding it with my heart, with my body...
It hurt terribly, but I wasn't paying attention to that.
I heard a voice, a familiar voice
and looked up into your face,
pale and bleeding as well.
We shared the same color of blood...Strange...
My eyes closed slightly as I looked down,
And I smiled.
I laughed.
I stirred weakly, and you jerked to defend.
No...I won't hurt you again. That's not my intent anymore.
I tried to straighten my back, tried to reserve some of my dignity.
But you hurt me terribly and I fell.
You ran your sword through me
like so many of the monsters you have slayed.
I wonder, did you ever heed their cries of pain as they drew their last breath?
Did you ever think of their soul as their eyes slowly turned grey in death
Like mine are doing now?
Boy...did you ever wonder if those you slayed were just like you
Only different on the outside?
I tried to say something to you,
but by now I was gone.
I wanted to apologize to my old master,
but now my voice would never sing or laugh...
or sound again.
I desired so much...but in the end was it worth it?
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I'm not twisted, really. I just have a different take on life.
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