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I travel
To see the blood
Oozing from the gashing wound
I desire
Need to know
The workings of the mind
spirit and drive
To understand the reasoning of death
I see beauty in blood
It’s art
Like the blooming of a rose
That unfolds
Into its own shape
Unfolding only to show beauty
But there is a price
To get close
Blood will flow
As the needle punctures
Like the knife
That welcomes into the flesh
Of your subconscious