This is a poem about murder/suicide for those of you who don't understand it.
Horrible Truths
Your darkness grow in me,
Like a sapling or a seed.
Your hatred flow through me,
Like the waters in a stream.
Your blood pour over me,
Like the rain from up above.
Your corpse at my feet,
Like a dog that cannot see,
I am dead.
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