I lay on my bed,
and the blade lay beside me.
I watch the bright red drops
fall to the floor,
a pool of red forming,
and I think
how wonderful it would be
to dive into that pool
and be lost in a sea of red.
As the screaming continues,
the need grows,
and i urge the blade on
in it's dance with a lover,
until my heart stills,
and I'm lost in a sea of black.
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