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Too Late

Black and White
There are no colors
Only red when his blade pierces flesh

A red rose in sight
Left for another
A call not in the form of request

Kills swift, no delight
He is no monster
With desires to prolong eternal rest

But it's black and white
There are no colors
No pleas will stop his quick death

Before so, he carves
A rose in the right arm
To let the next victim know

He's watching
Now as we speak
This warning is for them alone.
Written by BabydoII (Itty Bitty)
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