He Whispered Death
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Blood drips from a slightly afflicted wound.
The crimson fluid drips all too soon.
Smiling and crying I dig a little deeper.
Depressions popping out my skin.
My razor is my reaper.
I cry slowly then panic comes in place.
You can see the hysteria building on my face.
I slide to the floor and crawl to the door.
I reach for the paper I can’t take this no more
I write my name boldly in blood.
No one will forget me...
Now that my life is done.
Crashing down crumpled in the corner so perfect and neat.
He whispered death I chose to seek.
The crimson fluid drips all too soon.
Smiling and crying I dig a little deeper.
Depressions popping out my skin.
My razor is my reaper.
I cry slowly then panic comes in place.
You can see the hysteria building on my face.
I slide to the floor and crawl to the door.
I reach for the paper I can’t take this no more
I write my name boldly in blood.
No one will forget me...
Now that my life is done.
Crashing down crumpled in the corner so perfect and neat.
He whispered death I chose to seek.
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