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It ran down the side...
...The side of my arm.
I hate the futility...
...Of this lingering art.
Covered in drapery...
...Will I walk away in silence?
Is this beauty my masterpiece...
...Or is it my violence?
Don't tell me I'm dying...
...When my heart won't utter a breath.
I know you're sick of the corpses...
...Laying about my various deaths.
Don't start what you can't complete...
...I'll do it myself.
Now rusted blades...
...Lay about the dusted shelf.
The rain is washing the last of me away...
...I told you we would win.
I got all we wanted...
...With the calligraphy on my skin.

-Cutter

Description
It ran down the side...
...The side of my arm.
I hate the futility...
...Of this lingering art.
Covered in drapery...
...Will I walk away in silence?
Is this beauty my masterpiece...
...Or is it my violence?
Don't tell me I'm dying...
...When my heart won't utter a breath.
I know you're sick of the corpses...
...Laying about my various deaths.
Don't start what you can't complete...
...I'll do it myself.
Now rusted blades...
...Lay about the dusted shelf.
The rain is washing the last of me away...
...I told you we would win.
I got all we wanted...
...With the calligraphy on my skin.

-Cutter