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Tasting Blood,
O fetted fear,
Tear my mind,
Rip my skin.

A warm trickle,
Makes a terrifying course,
Along my sticky arm,
Onto the floor.

My mind is filled,
With a frightening din,
Knives are drawn,
And I am lost.

Slashing blades,
Splattering blood,
Eases my mind,
Nothing but pain.

Dated: 19 March 2017