Do not shutter at the sight.
Take it in and see the results
Of what you did
Now Now- it doesn't hurt so bad.
Let the crimson drip
Down to your finger tip
Sleep now alone in your dusty room
Beneath your bed are monsters
Inside the closet there are ghosts
The bed you sleep in is full of blood
Can you brush away the cobwebs?
Can you heal the cut?
When you wake the sun shines black
Behind your head
Your hair once gleamed in the light
Now it just falls flat on your shoulders
Tangled and split
Cut it all off and start over
Your fingers throb as they shed
The red tears of pain
Stop bandaging up these pains
Let them ache and show
Maybe now they can help you
Maybe now you can just bleed out
Why don't you just let them bleed out?
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