by Threnody A burst of red Drops of hot blood Like a crimson firework From the wound Which I have made How could I hurt when I hurt so much? It’s strange It hurts me But It’s satisfying The rush of power Of causing pain And the redness drenches my hands And it’s hot and metallic In my mouth On my face Burned into my soul.
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