you see blood
seeping through your
clothing blood comes
through the lies
you tell blood
is in your
mouth dribbling down
you bite your
lip too hard
blood drips down
down your chin
next to you
is a blade
the blade of
darkness the blade
of unworthiness you
have in you
black blood spills
the blood your
own very life
losing your duty
your death is
coming near to
the edge of
your last breath
the last breath
blood seeps through
your clothing laying
down dead nothing

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