I behold thyself!
For I let myself bleed.
As the blood gushing red,
With red deeper than death.
Would you hold my soul,
Flowing through your eyes
Slowly slipping foul.
I am delightfully surprised!
With the beauty of my existence
Which I had not realized,
Until I ended this sentence.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
I behold thyself!
For I let myself bleed.
As the blood gushing red,
With red deeper than death.
Would you hold my soul,
Flowing through your eyes
Slowly slipping foul.
I am delightfully surprised!
With the beauty of my existence
Which I had not realized,
Until I ended this sentence.
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