I finally entered the door,
It was knocked,
Calling me.
It's my time to go
After all the cuts and bruises,
I opted for another option
Holier than blood dripping
Hoping the sin is less severe.
Left and right,
What are my chances, really?
I went in,
And boiled myself.
Except I wasn't boiling,
And that was an exaggeration,
It was the hottest water that was supplied,
Warming me up.
I wanted to see how much heat I could deal,
Skin is pink,
And that is rare
It's a new achievement.
I could feel the heat prickling me
Like heated needles,
Until it stopped
And i got used to the heat.
I wish I have a blade.
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