Blood

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Blood everywhere.
It was me.
Red stains on walls, floor, and sheets
A knife in hand, trembling and weak
My mind in turmoil, emotions bleak

What did I do, what have I become?
Innocent lives, now forever undone
I am the monster, the beast untamed
My soul forever scarred and maimed

Tears stream down my face
As I gaze upon the bloody trace
Of my own twisted, sickening deed
A crime so vile, it's hard to read

Regret fills me, like a raging tide
I wish I could turn back time and hide
From the screams and the horror I caused
From the pain and the lives I lost

But it's too late, the damage is done
I am a killer, a heartless one
Blood everywhere.
It was me.
A monster, now forever to be

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