I Bleed White - Success
I bleed white
I am feared
hating each sight
behaving wierd.
skeptical to everything
reluctant to each
like a lone king
who to everyone beseech
Trembling lips
and numb fingers
sweating forhead sips,
mind's sap and lingers.
often swooning around
and hiding behind
can be seen dead on ground
I am success hard to find.
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