It comes from the skin.
Just a little deeper now.
Ahh their.
Scarlet blood starts to flow.
Hitting the vein.
The core of life.
Your life.
Pouring out.
Drip by drip.
Still you go on.
Slice,
pain gone.
Slice slice,
years of hurtful words, gone.
Go on…
Slice,
no more fear.
Slice slice,
the calm comes.
To late now…
Slice,
heart slows.
Slice slice,
you become week.
Oh…
Slice,
can’t stop.
Slice slice,
no control.
Help…
Slice,
why.
Slice slice,
some one!
…
to late.
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