I feel words
I see them scrawled in blood
The red ink trailing down
The strength to go on, slipping away
I see them reaching the floor
Falling through cracks
Seeping evermore
I feel them pool at my feet
I feel the blade
I see the blood rushing forth
I'm the one hurt by it
But i feel it no more
I see the arm thats red
I feel it less each time
Splitting my arm down
It becomes easier than ever
I'm sorry my friends
I must make it so
I need the blade
I need the pain...













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