Blood Spray
With tears and exhaustion in her eyes she says to me my life is but a cycle of anguish and slow decay I want to slit my wrists to watch the blood spray, I want to watch the Crimson rain ,wanna paint the walls while I expel my pain by slicing this vein, but I fear that it won't spray the way I Envisioned it and then I'll die with my last thoughts being I want to do it again so I can see it the way I pictured it, and then she proclaimed it is in this moment I realize that there's still so many things that I want to see ,guess I have to stay alive to see them then she throws the blade
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