Bloody Hankerchief

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My heart was the hankerchief
that soaked up your blood,
my hands pushed you
towards raindrops so
your soul could be cleansed,

But I was only a power plug
used to bring you to life,
to electrocute you,
my heart was the
power plug point
where you dug me hollow
with your claw-hands, claw-nails
and suddenly, reality's
hard to swallow;

My face and my clothes
all remain the same
but my excuse of a soul
bears a different name;
I hold this hankerchief,
soaking up the mess you left.

- Crimsyy♡

- Crimsyy♡

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