Your blood was the one in the 
Mirror the one dripping its way down the wall the drops that would soon touch the floor adventuring each bottomless hole between 
Halls fill with this precious gift that have somehow escaped through your skin could it have something to do with me? show me your arms, your body...why yes ! 
It was me 
Screaming you are, wonder why so pale and helpless? was it not pain you sought out of life was it not you who chose to live for misery and to be like your greatest idol jesus christ... ...decorated with 
Nails Go bleed now, beg for the relief of death for that would be a waste to let you die now taste life's greatest gift, pain 
I shall never release you from this life...