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By the edge of a cliff

staring far to the sea

feeling numb and lost

nothing to care about

while I still feel my fingers

I hold tighter to the knife

opening slowly the arteries

in my wrists and throat

lossing sight and sense

one final graven deed

enthralled as blood is riding

on the cold blowing winds

with shivering words I write

my name in the snow

with the paint from my heart

without pain and suffering