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Bod
Spill, it does from
my pores
Deep, darkened gore
The blood
it
bleeds
All I know is pain
Slip, I do into
sleep
Unconsciousness, creeps
Deep red, Burgundy
drips from my lips
A taste in which I cannot
bare.. (but I must)
this isn't fair
I can never get away from this
Stripped of my pride
No longer can I hide
Overwhelming mental misery
Stricken with decaying agony
My body is my enemy
She kills me
She is surely
the death
of me
Complete and utter madness
"Dear God,
Did You really have this planned for me?
Is this my price and penalty?
Am I reaping what I sow?
How does one know?"
I'm dying a daily death so slow
I have nothing to really show
I have no where to go
Those who suffer with me know
'Coup de grâce' , my claim to fame
She doesn't even care,
She kills me
Suffice it to say
I wake up everyday,
to the thought of
simply going with the flow
'Y.O.L.O' - a mindset I'm trying to maintain
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