Oh happy dagger, this is thy sheath�.

A little Shakespeare in the title and last line (Not direct quotes mind you. Just pulled from my very bad memory so please don't be offended if it's wrong.). The rest is me. Not really sure what it�s about. Just something that had to come out I suppose. P

Strong. Sharp. You pierce my skin. I see it, but I can’t feel it. You’ve blinded me from the pain. The night still young and the moon still high, you penetrate its innocence with the steady drip of my hasty crimson essence. A pool of scarlet sin rests in darkness, and you lay near still dripping with the remnants of your perjury. And I? I have fallen for the feeble farce, which you have placed before me. Distracted by thy shining self. Exposing my innermost approach. Thus let me die; and let you there rust….