Bleeding
Scattered...splattered,
Yet still beating,
Yet still bleeding,
I'm bleeding...with every pulse,
Represents a memory...
My misery,
I'm calling...yelling,
For my own death,
To drink from it's chalice,
And feel...the last drops on my lips,
Sweet bitterness,
I'm calling...but I get,
No echoes in return,
Nothing to down the burn,
My mind keeps on breaking,
And I just started...waiting...
Bleeding...
I'll always be bleeding,
Copyright © Daquan Bowrin | Year Posted 2014
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