Born he was
and loved
Everyone adored him
except one: He hated himself
"A knife in his heart
make it red-hot and turn it around
let the blood run ...." he hizzed
The man in the mirror listened and smiled
This hatred come from nowhere
(or so it seemed)
and what's more, it ran its own course
as the blood never was his
but spilled it was
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