Bleeding Hysteria
It took me over,
it cut me down,
this sadness slowly growing.
My body not mine,
the pain entwined,
with the blood that is overflowing.
Upon the steps,
a bloody trail,
that leads to a fallen me.
“The voice,” I said,
“It told me to...”,
yes my only friend has killed me.
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