Decayed Intellect
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oddly cool blood
trailing down my arm
sharp coppery scent
all that I can smell
tracing oblivion into my skin
writing with steel
until i no long feel
my sin
echoing dripping
enlarging pool
staring in a red reflection
encrusted limbs
blood soaked clothes
touch the drying pool
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tormented by oblivion
cursed with life
another day passes
while I stare at my knife
blood drips quietly
onto the floor
pooling at my feet
warm no more
crusted
and clotted
the knife screams
for more.
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