Bloody Waterfall
After a strike of the knife,
the blood runs down.
Gushing, dripping, splattering,
it falls as if it's a waterfall.
Running its endless course,
heading towards the vast ocean.
The body lying on the ground,
blood dripping slowly into the stream.
Making it's way towards the end,
as I leave my journey begins.
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