The Joyful Death (2.0)

I felt the cold steel inside my chest;
with her on the other side of the hilt.
My life is fading from my eyes.
I fell the relief as my life is spilled.

My crimson turned to gold;
I grew wings whiter than snow.
I couldn't thank her enough;
She helped me let go.

The pain that she brought;
like the stab of a thousand swords;
with every beat of my heart.
Now I am free of every agony of losing her.

It feels more than blissful to be free..