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It’s the coldness of the window That brings arctic winds into my eyes The pane of glass provides a simple View of the world which I despised Shut in my world is perfected misery Sweet release waiting for its prime A scarlet hue of liquid rubies Flowing from the thinnest lines And I keep Bleeding out Even now I can Still feel myself I’m saving me but I keep Bleeding out Even though I can’t Feel myself I’m losing me Every line bears little resemblance To the ones that have crossed before Only fear keeps this knife moving Only pain makes me want it more Stains cover every tile here From a regressed and spiteful nature Maybe this desire is deep enough to Make this the last line I'll endure But I keep Bleeding out Even though I can Still feel myself I’m saving me but I keep Bleeding out Even though I can’t Feel myself I’m losing me © 2014
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
Bleeding Out (A Relapse Poem)
It’s the coldness of the window That brings arctic winds into my eyes The pane of glass provides a simple View of the world which I despised Shut in my world is perfected misery Sweet release waiting for its prime A scarlet hue of liquid rubies Flowing from the thinnest lines And I keep Bleeding out Even now I can Still feel myself I’m saving me but I keep Bleeding out Even though I can’t Feel myself I’m losing me Every line bears little resemblance To the ones that have crossed before Only fear keeps this knife moving Only pain makes me want it more Stains cover every tile here From a regressed and spiteful nature Maybe this desire is deep enough to Make this the last line I'll endure But I keep Bleeding out Even though I can Still feel myself I’m saving me but I keep Bleeding out Even though I can’t Feel myself I’m losing me © 2014
#suicide#mutilation#sagaofthelostsavant
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
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