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Akkiko

What is holding my hand as I hold the blade?

What is keeping me from moving?

My tears are falling and I am alone.

What`s the use of living?

Why won`t the blade move?

What am I trying to prove?

One slice is all it would take.

Cold steel would meet warm blood.

The world would swim as I fell.

I would go pale.

What is holding my hand?

What fear am I feeling?

Red is pretty,

Red keeps me alive.

What is red was gone?

I would be gone.

What is holding the blade?

Why are the tears still coming?