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The Satan's Flute

What color is satan? Red?
Red like my heart,
or like the blood flowing inside me?
On an eerie day
A scratch on my finger.
Blood drips silently.
It flows far away,
Very far away.
My soul shatters
As the distance between us grows.
A string inside me,
It's snapping.
As it snaps,
The fragments of my soul
Scatter around.
I can't piece them back together.
They slip through my fingers,
Breaking into even smaller pieces.
A fragment,
Fell into that pool of blood,
It fluttered, fluttered, and fluttered.
Finally, it was
buried in blood.
But, The blood had no color.
My heart had no color.
The color of Satan...
Didn't existed.
The only thing that existed,
Was me
And my lost fragment.