His free



i see its fierey eyes, burning into me
they tell me "i want to die"will you do the deed
he knows that he is the last,and does not want to be
in one sharp pain his eyes go blank,and he starts to bleed

the pain the fear the lonelyness of life
his every thought ,his every fear all flowed into me
he wanted to die ,his heart now held the knife
but the pain was inside of me

i did it, it was me
i sladed the last
i let him go free
i freed him from his past



Written by Samantha Stewart of Tasmania,
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