drip drop
tick tock
as time is wasted away
silent cries, no allaby
to wash away the pain
the dark red flows
a rich crimson silk
a silent face
in the dark cold night
laying there
a merciles foe laughs
taunting you
grab a knife
slit the throat
laugh inside your mind
fall to the ground
die alone
and take the enemy with you
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