Yowl.

I weild little razors,
And make the red appear in straight lines.
I love how the blood stain through.
Nothing could be more artful,
Then bleeding out until you're bemused.

Bleeding so hard that reality absconds.
Left in a daze to imagine what y0u like.
A blood red sun in a blood red afty
That dances around the sky singing,
"La lala la la."
I laugh as the blood drains out.
Proximity to the state of the reapers who wants my soul.
Then I put pressure on my wound
Before I become airy-fairy,
And I hold it for 30 minutes
To watch th3 cute little red figues blocking my sight,
Wash away from the colours of the red world.
I kissed the reapers goodbye,
And told them that I will see them another numb day.