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Just a poem...thing. Nothing special.
All over the walls,
Covering my hands,
Everywhere around me, all there is
I want the red to go away,
Make it go away!
The stench of it
It's filling my lungs,
Making it hard to breathe,
Oh so hard to breathe...
The coppery taste fills my mouth,
And all other senses leave me.
A growl escapes my lips,
The taste of it is too much.
I stalk towards my prey, Hypnotized,
To get more of the liquid cancer I desire.