Just one more

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Just one more,

just a little more crimson,

above old,

Is it wrong,

is it okay to cut,

As I'm picked on,

they will remember,

the death,

the pain,

the sorrow,

as I slowly kill myself,

more crimson wouldn't hurt,

my crimson blade on one,

my crimson arm on the other,

they will remember the day,

I never show up again to school,

They will come to my grave,

with fake uncaring tears,

in their eyes,

all hate to me is not there only sorrow,

For my last breath.

as I grow cold and numb,

with crimson everywhere,

on my bed,

walls,

toys,

my crimson blade,

and me,

As I take the last breath I say,

"Grim will take me to a better place than here,

than this hell..."

As I say my last words I close my eyes,

I take my last breath,

Still, Never to move,

Never to see or breath,

Ever again.

I laugh at them,

as they cry,

I grin,

they cry tears,

fake, uncaring,

lying, hateful,

and sorrow filled tears,

I let them burn,

I burn them,

Into my hellish nightmares,

as they wake up in tears,

I laugh madly at them,

foolish people,

I watch them one by one,

they cut,

then they die,

I watch them all,

one by one they die,

one by one,

I laugh at them as they die,

I grin madly as they commit suicide,

I see her again,

I see my old girlfriend with our kids,

I look at her as she cuts,

I watch her die, I wait,

I laugh at her,

I laugh,

Our kids find her,

dead,

one by one,

they kill themselves,

first Light,

then Dahlia,

then Drake,

I cackle madly at them as they die,

I laugh as they rot in Hell with me,

I laugh, I lost myself,

I did it happily, I lost myself,

I lost myself,

I grin as they die,

I come back to them to the ones whom I hate,

I slash them, I kill them,

I laugh at them,

I laugh at them as I kill them,

I deserve to rot,

They deserve to die,

As I hold my crimson blade,

I look into his eyes,

His eyes like mine,

Full of pain,

like when I was alive,

I whisper in his ear,

'I will end your life so you can rot with me child'

He cries,

as my blade slashes his jugular vane,

he dies, I grin as he dies,

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