There is Something Wrong With You

Every time you cry, the red in your eye seeps out blood.

It spills all over your face, and you can’t help but give a little lick.

You sneeze and wipe your nose, and your tissue darkens till it radiates with a sinister black.

The shine in your eye unsettles every passerby.

Impatiently you wait for the night and for a lost soul to come across your rotten path.

Sometimes it’s human, other times not.

And I know what you would prefer.

Because I think you’re a cannibal.

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