Keiichi Poem by Carl Carl
Keiichi
Sitting Across from them
Blood across the floor
This can't be real
Drip Drip Drip the blood falls
Blood seeps through the floor
This can't be real
I scratch at the dried blood
The taste of copper spreads in my mouth
This can't be real
Their bodies spread out across the floor
Blood spills out from their wounds
This can't be real
I remember their screams
This can't be real
But it is
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