as the grip of my blade weakens .
the inner demons come at me like an ocean swell
but i raise my sword and prepare to fight myself again.
my grip tightens as i remember this feeling.
i clash with the demons and begin the slaughter.
but i am one and they are many.
and i am torn to pieces,
and i feel pain.
then, as i open my eyes,
i look beside me.
and there you are, and i realize it was nothing more than i dream.
but as i look ahead of me,
there he stands, the source of my anger.
and as i lift my hand, i feel the weight of my blade.
then i see it was no dream, and i stand against him.
we fight, until he slips, and i pierce his evil heart.
then a scream from across the room, and i fall to the floor.
as blood gushes from my wrist, i see my mistake.
and i tell you i love you one last time.
