Do you know what it tastes like?
It tastes like the blood
Rushing through your veins
In your arteries, surging rapidly
And you're careless to the last dark red drop of it.
This anger cuts my soul
Like the razorblades interrupting my past
So deep it's sliced my body
Going through every painful memory
And you still don't care for the blood on that blade.
This rush that grows inside me
Could be triggered by the smallest things
A few simple words echoing in the dark
But although you're left with the cuts and bruises
I've inflicted upon you in my fury...
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