Now I lay thee, in my chest
To set this weary soul to rest.
My skin, a coffin for thy blade;
My hands will guide you to mine aid.
And if thine edge shall prove too dull,
A second thrust shall pierce my skull.
What small, yet deadly thing, this knife,
Shall be the tool to quell my strife.
To those i hold dear, this is where we must part
As I plunge this blade into my heart.
But do not cry, in fact; Rejoice!
For now, the dead; Mine shall join their voice.
And if, somehow, with me, you wish to join
Death's only toll is but a coin.
Alas, my destination is but around the bend,
And without her, my time must come to an end.


Again, this is just another repost.