With blood staining the floor
You couldn't ask for more
This crimson mess
I will confess
Is caused by madness more
With empty bottles scattered
Around the room that's tattered
I just took one
And smashed it on
The skull that I just shattered
How quickly time does pass
As blood soon mixed with glass
And while the blood
Dripped on the wood
I smiled with such class
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