Your blood drops,
Your soul lost,
With a knife in my hand,
With a drop of your blood,
This taste is sweet with every drop,
This smell is all I smell.
I watch you die,
I watch you close your eyes,
Not much to say to you,
Your dead,
Your cut,
This blood is all I see.
This blade cuts all your soul,
Now dead by a blood drop.
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
- View of a killer.
- This part of mind.
- People don't think.
