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Blood Filled Tears
It's not possible
Why is there blood on my hands
What have I done
No cuts are on me
No wounds
This cant be mine
It's bitter, cold, and dark
Where could it have come from
Should I try to find out myself
Or wait...
Stumbling out of the kitchen
Bloody handprints following me into the hall
I see my room
Dark and inviting
Too weak to continue
I collapse and start to crawl
But there's pain
Pressure
Pulling back
A laugh
As the grip tightens
A sob, a cry
Escapes my lips
As the pressure disappears
Blood splatters
Across my face, my clothes, and in my hair
Where is it coming from
It's not stopping
More falls down my lips
Bitter, and colder, and darker
By the minute
Spitting more and more from my mouth
Then I realize
My Face
It's coming from my face
I drag my hand across my chin
And my hand starts to shiver
My shirt is soaked
My hair is heavy
I tremble as I head toward the mirror
From my eyes down I am
Blood soaked
It is then I realize
I am crying
Blood Filled Tears
I'm not sweet, warm, and lighthearted
Like you thought
Like I thought
I am bitter, cold and dark
Don't believe me
Then come
Come and taste my
Blood Filled Tears
