Take me out,
I want to play.
Prick your finger
with me,
till a drop of life
is squeezed out.
Do you like the bleeding?
Do you want it to go on
forever?
No more childish games.
We must get serious.
Place me on your skin
and dig in.
Saw your wrist to the bone.
Don't do it in your home,
do it in public
with your family taking pictures
and cheering you on.
When that gets boring,
place me on your neck
and sever your artery.
Don't let your precious blood go to waste,
cup it
in your hand
and give it to little children
to drink.
Drink some yourself,
taste you own death,
courtesy of me
your newfound friend.
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