Dead Angelica Version 20 *-* You Ripped My Heart Out Of Me, Then You Put It Back
Blood Test
When the first needle went in
I was asleep, I think
or else unconscious.
But the next one
pierced my hand
and drew out my blood.
It hurt, and I was scared
in the simplistic way
of a just-turned-thirteen.
So I made them take
the next one out of the drip
which was permanently
in my hand.
They didn't like that much
but it's best to humour
the psycho kid.
She could be dangerous.
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