Blood (Poem)

Drip, drip, drip
As it lays on the bed
She was a virgin just wed
And he stole her innocence.  Drip, drip, drip
The blood keeps dripping
As he starts slicing
Her flesh with a knife

Drip, drip, drip
She’s going insane
As she’s screaming in pain
Dying in vain

Drip, drip, drip
She’s fighting to her death
And with her last breath
She sheds a final tear.

Drip, drip, drip
It’s all over the door
And staining the floor
With a violent red

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