Crimson is all I see.
The sight makes my monsters happy.
And a smile creeps its way onto my face,
As more blood takes its place.
The more blood that flows out of me,
Brings me ever closer to finally being free.
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monsters
PoetryWhat monsters hide under your bed? Or more importantly, i n y o u r h e a d ? *trigger warning*? ***trigger warning*** (when applies: lowercase is intentional)
