NOT SO GLUM

Bleeding Hands

Under the umbrella of my insecurity

I am shielded from my deed

Drenched in righteous purity

I watch as you bleed

 

I did not mean to do it

But I relished in the slitting of your throat

I thought of you violating my slit

And killed you the same way they kill a goat

 

It did not happen the way I had craved

There was no torture and little to no pain

I wanted to see the pain until your chest caved

I wanted to see you almost die and bring you back again

 

What have I done

In the darkness of my insecurity

A morbid kind of fun

I have manifested your impunity

 

I stand facing my deeds

Accepting the monster I have become

Still smiling as your heart bleeds

Smiling from ear to ear, no longer so glum

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