Open sore that has been cut deep by the knife
Oozing with a continual flow at first burgundy
Then a brightness of Crimson
The shock of watching the blood
Burst forth + streaming down the length of the arm
Pooling at the crook of the elbow
Swirling imitating the inner veins
Copycat is its strains
The violent blow increased its flow
Dizzying head spins
Collision appears to be accidental
Yet nothing is left to chance
Inner sanctum knows better
The soul is unafraid of the final dance
Inhabiting this corpse
That will remain lifeless
As it's elevated it's decay
Rapidly from night to day
~Divine
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