| I hear the pitter patter of my blood, Dripping on the bathroom floor, Leaking from my veins once more, To fall upon the bathroom floor. Red seas begin to flood, Staining all the bathroom floor, Waters rage from inside my core, Only to stall on the bathroom floor. I slip into a deep sleep, As I lie upon the bathroom floor, The flesh on my arm so deeply tore, Left to stay upon the bathroom floor. The life is being taken from this bleeding heap, As I die upon the bathroom floor, But I am discovered as in all the times before, To be taken from my bathroom floor. |
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