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laugh with me as i play in my blood
look at it shine, see it gleam
dropping slowly from my veins
dark, red it turns as it flows
splatter on the ground,
bright against my skin
soaking into my cloathes
see it mold to my finger tips
taste it's coppery sugar flavor
smell the metallic air
is it sweet? does it care?
cold in my vains it runs
pulsing, dying, drying
staining all it touches
do my eyes glitter now?
can you see my happiness,
now that i'm so alive
Copyright © Kenna Nunnery | Year Posted 2011
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