Recumbent amidst
Crimson pool bled
Blackening decay
Exsanguination attempt
Door locked and loaded
Dresser six drawers high
Wielding his blades
One left and one right
Incising in turn
Blue flushing red
Life flowing freely
Awaited by Death
Banging supervening
Startling his mind
Brief was the moment
Returning behind
Fading in Fading out
Sirens call wailing
Screamers give shout
Medics they were hailing
Gurney rolling back
Flashing in his eyes
Leading him to black
Awakening he writhes
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Author:
KTay (
Online) - Published: March 31st, 2025 00:37
- Category: Unclassified
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