demise
I grinned.
I smelt blood,
warm, thick, sticky
blood, seeping between my fingers.
I grinned,
raising the cool circular metal tip
against my head.
If only, she knew the truth. If only she knew the reason why I did it.
If only she knew why I did it.
If only she knew that-
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Malfunction | Harry Styles
Poetrymal·func·tion malˈfəNGkSHən verb a failure to function in a normal or satisfactory manner.