Red

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I look up from my bed
A smile on my face
Despite all the red
My heart begins to race

The words shriek
Making me feel weak
As the beating gets louder
And I begin to cower

Growling and laughing
Mocking and howling
The words pierce
As I fall in tears

Tell me? What I've done?
Did I murder everyone?

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