“Both Are Equally Terrifying”
My blood; a mediocre sight
A ruby sheen reflecting cold twilight
A scream; unheard, unfettered, and untold
Your desperation makes you bloody bold
They’re coming for you. Or they’re not.
You’re all alone. Surrounded.
Before you paid the man you really should have double-counted
She hung herself, she shot you
She married and forgot you
She let you go when she had caught you
She left you and the world has lost you
But you cried. You’re still alive.
Actually you’re dead.
You existed in the underdog of odds
A ridiculous, absurdly random frame
You learned the art and science of the gods
And picture this. You once had a name.
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