Crimson you call it
With your fancy fangled words
Afraid of uttering the cursed word
But I’ll call it happiness
And I’ll draw it right from my jugular
The traffic in my mind has halted
There are red lights, stop signs and sirens blasting
But I tell you, I can’t help it
And yet another bloody handprint makes its way on the wall
The wall of my bloody mind
Don’t be frightened
I won’t hurt you
It’s just me
Help! I’ve bloody murdered myself
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