Make it Write Untitled by Tori, 14 Deep, dark, painful It stabs your soul, Kills your hope. You start all over again, Each tear cuts through your skin, The tears are razors, But not skin deep. They slash and stab your heart, You cut your arteries, The blood separates the pain, It stains the agony, It pierces the skin, Like an acupuncture needle, Prick, Prick, Prick. The blood leaks out, Drops, One by one, Leaving dark red drops behind, Staining skin, With cloud stricken patterns, Symbols, Signs, When the blood reaches the ground, it thumps Like a pin. Now, there's a new stain.

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