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Tracing cold fingertips with red blood,
Seems like it could cause a flood,
The sliver sits on the floor,
The red flows more and more.

How did it come to this?
Ignorance is bliss,
Or so they say,
That’s what they told you yesterday.

They know that you hide a secret,
They know how well you keep it,
The limbs under your bed,
The floor is tainted with red.

Bodies piling up,
Addiction’s got you stuck,
Crept in whilst you were sleeping,
Stopped them all from weeping.

Your victims slip away,
After you lead them astray,
They’re in a better place,
You remind yourself with haste.

You do it again tonight,
They put up a fight,
Your eyes, vacant and hollow,
Know you’ll kill again tomorrow.