bit by bit
my little world crumbles
falling in upon itself
in search of a desperate reality
nothing to hold on to
no hope to find
not when there's so much blood
so much thick, thick blood
drowning every moment
in a clinging crimson sea
going down for the third time
sinking beneath all the red
the last time
for me
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