Blood Like Rain.
Blood drips down my arm, to the floor,
like rain dripping down a wooden door.
But like how a sprinkle becomes a pour,
my body gushes blood, more, more, more.
Like how the rain piles up, becomes a flood,
my arms and hands overflow with blood.
Like the promise of rain on a nice summer day,
My razor will come soon, and it will be time to play.
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Okay, short poem, don't beat me up. and sorry if the text or whatever is weird, this is my tablet soo it might do weirdo stuff.
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