“Every drop”
The bloody footprints
Led my astray
From the tasks I planned that day
I followed them through the hallway
Into the apartment
Into the bathroom
Little red blotches all over the tile
The blood stained curtain
Was enough to see that murderer
Was coming to get me
The mirror punched into shatters
As words writing
In crimson liquid told me my fate
You tried to escape
You tried to leave
But remember
I know you better than you do
Hold your breath count to five
And it’ll all be over
I held my breath as I gasped
Hands gripped my throat
I felt the world become dark and dim
For I had lost it all to him
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