Bloodline

Red liquid making its way out

Tainting the whitest skin of my hands

He did see me, I’m sure

But pretended he didn’t

All I know

All I can count on

No solace now

Red meaning going out the skin

Circling on endlessly within me

He did understand, I’m sure

But pretended he didn’t

All I have

All trust gone

Alone by the phone

Thick and glossy liquid oozing out

My own blood

Inside his selfish heart

Fucking bloodline all I have

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