Blood Is The Cure
3 December, 2005
Author: Mike
Let the guilt be liquid,
Seeping through my cold white flesh.
Let the pain be crimson,
Pouring down my patchwork arm.
Let the sorrow be endless,
Flowing in rivers from my eyes.
Let the fear be seen,
Visible to the uncaring world.
Let the hurt be buried,
Far from prying eyes.
Let the suffering end,
The steel biting in deep.
Let my life be over,
Sleep eternal.
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