Bad Blood

Bleed me dry. mabey then I'll be cured. Becuase you have absolutely nothing to do with the problem. Bleed me dry. It must just be bad blood. Just drain as much as you can from my broken veins. Let my foul blood drip away, leaveing me saved. That'll work. After all it's just bad blood. Get rid of my blood, and you'll be rid of the bad. Prop me up and open an artery or two. So, you say you can see the crimson evil drip away, saving me? All I can see is your dark shaddow in my pool of blood. Why? I was only a child...Why?...That beautiful red blood was never bad. I was not sick, it was not my blood. It's you. I did not lie, when I told them what you did to me. You told them I was ill. Filled to the brim with bad blood. They believed you, why I'll never know. My rubby blood runs down my arms into the basin. My time is running away with it. The world begins to blur. I lift my head while I lay dieing. I tell you that you are a murderer. That I hate you. I know you will tell them that I had to much bad blood, that I died becuase of it. But I grin slipping away, because I will be back...and you...you will be sorry...