I am like seeping red blood
coming through your fingers
gushing in between
happy as can be
I'm just blood for two people or more

Is it me, or is it you?
I can never tell, but I stand in the blood, too
your face is like fourteen orange deaths coming towards me
coming towards my area in vain and disgrace
with my dirty shirt with blood stains

To you, what am I to you?
I'm a ball of anger slapped into one
I'm a ball of fluffy love in a present
when I get down to you
I'll be something like blood transformed from love
 
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