Double the Blood

Sickness destroys my thoughts and my words as blood lust boils from inside.

The steady decay grew with each day when I basked in a melancholic stupor.

But now a razor is microns away from my cool which has swollen and threatened to burst.

Alone and betrayed I feel captive of my pain so I'm making sure you get the worst.

I'm going to tear you apart and make you bleed for what you had.