This end I sought
An illusion
The space once occupied
Purged and Empty
Vacuous
Like an open wound
Lifeblood
Dripping from my body
Body
Raw and open
Pulsing
Blood
Pulsing
Truth
Pulsing
Proof
How do I always end up with blood on the wall?
How will I live with this blood on my walls?
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