DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, you can bleed without a shed of a drop of blood:}
in surrender to the real
a shirt is torn a cut was named a deal
for the release to greed then the skins to bleed
I draw you margins a put test to bend to kneel
to the torment in the heat you shoot to feel
in there where I see
no one has a view but me
your veins of pure temper dripping in jealousy
raise in no empathy
------ravenfeels