Feb 2021
What ails these sorry veins,
Plaguing the mind and soul alike?
Boiling blood, sores and pains,
Killing what’s left of life.
Maybe rubies are all I need;
To make a mark and watch it bleed.
Plaguing the mind and soul alike?
Boiling blood, sores and pains,
Killing what’s left of life.
Maybe rubies are all I need;
To make a mark and watch it bleed.
I’ve overworked this sickness further into me. I can’t even laugh it off anymore, I don’t have the strength. It’s tearing me apart.
