Crimson Pool

Crimson red blood,

Dripping from the knife that you hold.

Who are you,

Masked killer?

Underneith you is a boy,

A boy with a slit throat.

His blonde hair now stained red.

He looks familliar,

Yet far away.

The poor young man,

Resting peacefully in a pool,

A pool of crimson red blood.

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