Red from Grey


Blood is beautiful

Going drip, drip, drip,

As I watch it go down

My leg from my hip.


It splatters on the floor

It makes no sound,

Small little droplets

Falling endlessly to the ground.


I push the knife deeper

I want to see more red,

I feel no pain

Because I'm already dead.


I'm dead on the outside

Alive on the inside,

The hot, sticky blood

So much you can't hide.


Covering like a blanket

On a chilly, cold day,

Warming up my corpse

Turning colors red from grey.


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