The blood stained hands
After he ran his fingers through the hairs
His head is now leaking his secret
Death is finally taking up its shape
“All that pain has nowhere to stay
The time is running out
It’s time to bid farewell”
Death said to him as he looked into the mirror
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May 31, 2026 at 9:54 AM UTC
The blood stained hands
After he ran his fingers through the hairs
His head is now leaking his secret
Death is finally taking up its shape
“All that pain has nowhere to stay
The time is running out
It’s time to bid farewell”
Death said to him as he looked into the mirror
This poem was written on May 28, 2026; 9:46am and is part of "Valleys to Jump Into: The Trauma Chapter".
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