Drip
Drip
Drop
Down...
Running, oozing maroon streams.
Life?
No
Too simple...
Just liquid, crimson liquid.
Sickly seeping, slowly soaking soft satin sheets.
Death?
How easily it thwarts life's ambitions.
Boldly bleeding beauty beyond repair...
Wilting white roses becoming wicked wives to darkness.
It has overcome...
It bleeds...
It has won...
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