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The End (Bleeding)
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Dark Poetry Blood drips from my fingertips.
Look.
Look at what you've made me do.
Look at the mess you've made.
Crimson stains us both.
Look at this mess.
Look at the monster you've made.
The monster you dug up from my graveyard.
Blood flows from my wrists--
it bleeds from my legs, my arms, my throat;
every place I could drag a blade across.
Look!
Even my eyes are bleeding incarnadine tears for you.
Look at the mess you left.
You fucking bastard--look at what you've done to me!
Stop it!
I'm making a mess just standing here.
The claret pools that begin to form around my feet--
it's all you!
Fuck you!
We could have been perfect.
Look!
Look at what you've made me do.
I'm dying just for you.
Fuck you!
