Crimson blood pours,
Across the cold, black floor,
Stains the surface,
But will you notice?
You miss the signs,
Of all of my crimes,
The doors, boarded shut,
The windows, taped up.
How could we live,
If I had everything to give?
Keep that in mind,
Before you peek behind the blinds.
For you, I truly care,
So please, don't dare,
To lose your trust in me,
Or look in my drawers to see.
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