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The girl who bled. Vol. 3
My sight fades,
inky black.
I feel no pain,
he rips me open,
Why did I take the small red pill?
The ink still stands,
I can hear..
the sound of tears,
and there soft fall.
A long eternity passed,
the ink fades slowly,
I can see now..
a white room..
No,
there is a boy,
he looked red.
red.
Pain,
Blossoms of pain.
My body has stitches.
Covering me.
I cant remember,
Why am hurting?
Cant I remember?
I am red.
Red.
I shift my gaze to the boy,
he is smiling now,
sharp toothed grin,
I have seen that before,
where?
"I’m hungry" he says.
A knife he uncovers.
"Can I kill you?"
he asks.
There is a feeling inside,
what is it?
Fear?
no..
The tip of the
double edged knife,
looking me the in the eye.
Should I fear it?
inky black.
I feel no pain,
he rips me open,
Why did I take the small red pill?
The ink still stands,
I can hear..
the sound of tears,
and there soft fall.
A long eternity passed,
the ink fades slowly,
I can see now..
a white room..
No,
there is a boy,
he looked red.
red.
Pain,
Blossoms of pain.
My body has stitches.
Covering me.
I cant remember,
Why am hurting?
Cant I remember?
I am red.
Red.
I shift my gaze to the boy,
he is smiling now,
sharp toothed grin,
I have seen that before,
where?
"I’m hungry" he says.
A knife he uncovers.
"Can I kill you?"
he asks.
There is a feeling inside,
what is it?
Fear?
no..
The tip of the
double edged knife,
looking me the in the eye.
Should I fear it?
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