Dripping, it falls.
What is this deed that I have done?
This high,
This intoxication,
It prompts the feeling that I should run.
But what in the end would be the point?
The red would still remain.
The smell reaches my nose,
It drives my high even further.
I wish to wash the blood away
But why should I even bother?
I have never felt this way before.
This exhilaration, this eldritch feeling
I never thought it to be possible.
Did I do this?
How could I have?
Do I regret this,
Or do I want more?
Who am I?
What is this?
How many times will I repeat this bliss?
Will this be my final mistake?
Or will this end with my chilled bones,
Sitting upon a throne of once connected flesh?
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Morgan Daley
I am just a guy who wants to get things out of his mind and onto something where people can enjoy it.
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