I walk away,
Down the steps,
Blood on my hands,
Is still wet,
A grey cloudy sky,
Announces my feat,
I ripped out your heart,
Until the last beat,
There's a small light inside me,
I'm laughing beyond control,
There's so much blood,
Its starting to pool,
But that's alright,
I bid you farewell,
I hope you enjoy,
Your departure to hell.
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