After the long lasting
After the bloodshed killing
Your veins pay the prize
Maybe it's because
the blood you set free
Befriended yours
They held each other tightly
and became one
The crimson with the cadmium
And then they attacked
They opened your sealed stitches
And made you bleed
Your wrinkled hands
Covered with stains
Your nails
Touching your veins
Everything you ever despised
But the outcome
Oh, the ugly reminiscentes
The shuttered pieces,
Deadly eyes
Soon, the ashes
Empty ashes
These are worse
Then it's you
Are you going to
Wash your body
With their burning scent
Or let them be
Throw them the ground
And walk away
Don't worry though
The ashes
They will bloom
Slowly
And become
A beautiful flower
Inside you
Forever
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