Struggling within the veil,
it’s covers all,
impairing my vision,
subduing my will,
controlling all,
pushing its will over me,
making things seem distorted,
making it all wrong,
what are you?
Why are you staring at me?
Why to you falter?
Blood on my hands,
sticky,
thick,
blood,
gushing from within,
escaping,
from your throat,
washing your pain away.
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