A blade horror.

Arms and limbs grow numb,
as the air turns cold.
Lazily it falls,
sliding from above.
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Wrists struggle in ache,
nasty, evil clasps!
Your hopeless mouth shrieks,
as destiny moves down.
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Slicing back and forth,
slow torture of death.
Such fortune, the heart,
collapses in fright!
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Inspired by the great master – Edgar Allan Poe.
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