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BLOOD OATH
This thing crept upon me slowly
Am I mad now?
What is madness...how
Can one recompense
What I'm doing, cutting, slashing...
This is my latest pastime, but why?
That is the question!
That I constantly ask myself
Watching the blood trickling
Down my arms, I feel it's warmth,
The comparison of my tears
Is that of crimson tulips
I feel it's heat upon my cheeks
Running, I have nowhere to go
No one to love, blood tears,
Wasted years
A blood oath with one self
In self-sacrifice with God
With no loved one present
I go into past and pressing future years
But the crimson continues to trickle!!!
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