Bleeding Shame
I write to impress,
Nothing less than self-humiliation will do
Humor in the darkest form
Suffering at our own hands,
Deriving pleasure from our pain
Painting the sky black with our fears;
Our sins drawing blood from our shame
The heaviest penance is that of our own
We lay crushed
Dying,
A victim of homicide
Killed by the crimes of a man,
Existing only in a world where we cannot
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