You lied
Sitting in a chair.Reading a book.
Blood dripping from the ceiling covering a hook.
The hook had a ring.
That use to be us.
Until you lied to me and now your blood covers that hook.
You promised me you'd never lie and now you lay on the floor nor awake or alive.
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