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To Kill
Red,
Perhaps a little darker; tainted.
The cool steal,
tearing through life,
warmth, and flesh.
As I look down on the pavement,
my fragile hands shiver.
It is the blood of the innocent,
the pure(whom have none of my regards),
traveling slowly,
down my tainted blade.
How many lives have I changed?
How many fates have I ended?
How many more marks will my flesh bear?
I smile,
only to feel(with my body closed),
the cool breeze that has forgotten me.
