Red
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Red stains the bathroom sink.
The water floods yet I don’t blink,
splattered on the mirror, it covers a tile.
I stay there standing, keeping still for a while.
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Red, my reflections red
an unwanted reminder that they're dead.
And though the red from my hands are long gone,
the feeling of guilt sets on me like dawn.
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Wails, sobs, their cries echo in my ears
a sudden outpour of agony, an overload of fears.
Terror, terror, I tremble and shake
slipping, falling into the red lake.
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My mind’s corrupt, I’m doomed with sin,
my heart’s pounding from the devil’s grin.
Clenched fists pound agains’t the mirror, knuckles bare.
The torment seeps in as I fist through my hair
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Murder, murder, theres no going back.
Red flows from the glass and into the crack
it’s everywhere, everywhere, a never ending drip.
I shudder from the taste of metal on my lip.
I’m locked and trapped, theres no where to turn,
envisions in hell where I’ll eternally burn.
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Perish, perish, I wish to disappear
dreading the outside, doomsday is near.
No one shall see me, I’m a walking shame,
consider it unholy to speak my name.
An eerie sensation as I creep out the door.
Eyes avert away from the scenery of gore.
I shake the idea, let my mind go to blank.
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Suddenly taken aback from the unexpected clank,
a familiar wail of sirens, flashes of red.
An unwanted reminder that they want me dead.
