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I cut hard and heavy
and deep
just to believe
it's me
and I'm
still alive.
I
don't feel a thing
and I do wonder why
blood
runs
on the outside of my skin
to make a path for another drop
by my feet,
a dark red, almost black
puddle gets ready to harvest.
Any vampire would be
delighted with the feast
already warm and ready to drink.
Oh sad warrior, thank you.