Tears of blood are falling down from my tortured eyes
One by one they're growing into puddles of my cries
The blood just keeps on dripping, floating all around
I can see my reflection through the red on the ground
I can see right through me but I don't even care
The blood has my attention, all I can do is stare
I cannot move a muscle, I'm in a little trance
Can't see beyond the dark red floor even if I had the chance
I'm impressed with its extravagance, the way it slowly slides
Intriguing how it captures me and looks into my eyes
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