Cuts of Death and more Death

I feel the knife scraping on my arm

I feel the blade cutting

I feelt the pain leaving, when a new one takes it place

this feels so much better, I can see the blood dripping on the floor,

The tiles are starting to trun a crimson red with all of my blood.

I can feel the knife, cutting a second cut on my arm, not my wrist, for I want it done correctly.

The blood flows so free, that it makes me feel light headed.

I can feel the darkness start to take over..

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