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Pain and death

Wounds fade… 
but the pain never truly goes. 
In a dark world full of woes 
why should I run from wolves? 

If death wants me in throes 
Who am I to avoid my curse? 
The blood I bleed 
Is the blood they need? 
Why deny them their feed? 

For my blood, they’re greedy 
They all come and seem so needy. 
They want to suck me dry 

Is death a reliever? 
Isn’t pain just an escort, 
So that no death should be without effort? 
Therefore I claw, I cut and I bite 
Then why does it not bleed? 

Shrouded in darkness 
Pain and loneliness 
Still I pay no heed 
To whispers begging me to hide. 

Is it the scars, 
Or the tears… 
That determine pain? 
Is it death…? 
Or is it life 
For which one should strive?

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