Short Sweating Blood Poems

Fear is not real

except inside your head

that doesn't matter

when you're dead

 

Danger, however

that may sound

is to be revered

if you want to stick around 

 

So fear matters not

but danger does

when you're sweating blood

and on a buzz...

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I am tired of this world,
this place,
people,
the way they laugh at love
their eyes are sweating blood
their hands are like some knife,
ready to cut down,
the warmth between two,
the care,
the love,
two hands together
and souls,
that merged into one,....

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Running,panting,sweating blood,
my chests a river and a bleeding flood.
Cursing,ripping, this beating heart,
how it hates to be torn apart.
The racing drum within my chest,
calls to halt this violent test.
Lungs are black,and engine broke,
no more strength is left to yoke.
Simply now there was a pause,
hold your tongue and find the cause.
My fault alone,by my own hand,
I broke apart this one man band....

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Walking up a steeply-ancient cobblestreet, old witchwomen observe
The young man passing, sweating blood.
He has his cross to bear,
His words to justify, 
Betraded for silver
His friends to forgive,
His life to forget.
A tangle of barbthorns is his armour;
He rules over death:
Looks well in a tomb!
Vinegar is his wine,
Children are his mentors,
Criminals are his company
His life was led according to his favourite adage:
   "Do unto others are you would like them to do unto you"....

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