Promise I made

Lost spirits of the dead.

Now living inside my head.

Twisting my thoughts all around.

As my spirits tightly bound.

To the promise that I made.

That this life must end today.

Those words now I must keep.

Now that my blood slowly seeps.

From the touch of the shiny blade.

Leaving behind the deep gashes made.

Out of which my soul will now rise.

Allowing my spirit finally free to die.