Iteration

I see you there
Bleedin' like a doll
You feel my hand
It's ice upon your brow
Listen to me talking
Repeating all your sins
Reminding you
What not to do again

I give you one last taste
As I smear upon your face
Grabbing with distaste
Feeling your blood pulse
Reaching for serrations
It's there upon your shelf
I lay it down beside you
Wishing you good health

I leave you there
Like you left me here
You think you're dying
My steely eyes
We know they're lying
Coz when I took your health
My hand shot my self
Our wounds ain't shallow

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