I see the blood
Drip from you
You seek a pleasure
What can I do?
Scarlet red
Emotions spill
I cannot see
How you get this thrill
Its leaves a scar
On your skin
But its not just there
It's also within
This is how
You get thorough life
I wish I could help
Please dropp the knife
I see the blood
Drip from you
You seek a pleasure
What can I do?
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Good job Becky! I think the rythm you've used here is very well chosen. It flows very nicely. I think this poem relates to many people. Sincerely, Mary