Hot amber liquid

oozes from his wrist

Salty streams

flow from his eyes

Againt ths door

He bangs his fist

sobbing to fix

to fix what is broken

He dosent write in ink

rather in blood

parchment not his canvas

only his arm

His silent screams speak louder

than words ever could

He wants to break

His blood pact

With Himself

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