My heart bleeds,
Split open,
Hard pulsations
inducing cataclysms
of fresh
dark red
life to spurt out.
Drowning,
drowning in red.
Feel numb,
Can’t feel,
Don’t want to feel
Pull out the last bits of that miserable heart.
Turn to stone,
I stand alone.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
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