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Blood Stained Sheets
Broken down discarded and left to die alone.
That is how I find myself now.
As I lay here on my bed, with a razor in my hand.
I watch as the cuts on my arm bleed,
blood flowing down,
staining the sheet beneath me.
This is the only thing I will leave on the earth.
The only thing that will leave any mark
is my blood stain upon this clean white sheets.
Other than that I will be erased from this world
as if I was never here to begin with.
Because you see this is what becomes,
of all the broken souls of the world.
One day we all just slip away into nothing,
leaving nothing behind but a blood stained sheet.
That is how I find myself now.
As I lay here on my bed, with a razor in my hand.
I watch as the cuts on my arm bleed,
blood flowing down,
staining the sheet beneath me.
This is the only thing I will leave on the earth.
The only thing that will leave any mark
is my blood stain upon this clean white sheets.
Other than that I will be erased from this world
as if I was never here to begin with.
Because you see this is what becomes,
of all the broken souls of the world.
One day we all just slip away into nothing,
leaving nothing behind but a blood stained sheet.
Published 25th May 2012
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25th May 2012 11:50pm
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