You're Dead

Blood is crimson red.
The marks around your throat are blue.
Your face is white.
Your skin, ice cold.
Oh look, you're dead.
It seems as though I just killed you.
Fair well, dear friend.
I'll meet you again.
In a firey pit,
called hell.

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