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Aug 2023
How can we bleed this heart without reason
The bullets are lodged and we keep on squeezing
A pain that knows no rhyme or reason
Solitary without a season
Emptiness, we keep on feeding
Suffocating and never healing
Until our eyes turn bloodshot red
Chocking out what should be dead
Killing myself inside of my own head
Relief, I'm waiting beneath bloodshed
But how do I believe when I'm so misled
I'll draw in our very last breath and try to reconcile this wound in myself
At the heart of the rapture
Deliverence will not be captured
And we won't live to expire
Not by blade nor flame nor fire
If I called it love I wouldn't be a liar
Conceal your secrets and bury desire
I see you now out of your shell-
You are the devil who brought me this hell
Stíofáinín
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Stíofáinín  35/F/Ireland
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