My hands soaked in blood.
The weapons of my undoing,
Strangling my affection to it's death.
coughing up blood onto my sleeve,
I don't know why I'm doing this,
Why can't I stop.
The task is done,
The squirming ends.
My eyes alive, my brain awakens.
What have I done,
I've taken my own life.
With these cursed hands of death.
-R
Wolfe the Infamous One Community Member 
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