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Bloody Burn
written by TowelytheThing12:54 AM 5/25/04The needle is my option.
And my eyes are my death.
Blood rises from the cuts.
From the scars.
From the holes and cracks.
Bloody burn.
It burns so bad.
And stings like hell.
It hurts so bad.
After I get moving.
Therapy is torture.
And words spew from their mouths.
My ears shut.
And I cannot hear anything.
The wounds won't heal.
And black and blues turns dark.
The bloody burn hurts.
Like a pain I cannot feel.
I fell to the floor.
And I cannot breathe anymore.
Die, dead, death is near. |
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