I am doomed to keep repeating
this hateful cycle, self defeating
bleeding red through open sores
set up to be deaths only chore.
These many coloured choking pills
that rush my blood but cure no ills
have taken hands too raw with pain
and bound them tight against the rain.
There is no finer love than this
between my soul and fires kiss
which burns my throat and scars my heart
while keeping love and life apart.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
I am doomed to keep repeating
this hateful cycle, self defeating
bleeding red through open sores
set up to be deaths only chore.
These many coloured choking pills
that rush my blood but cure no ills
have taken hands too raw with pain
and bound them tight against the rain.
There is no finer love than this
between my soul and fires kiss
which burns my throat and scars my heart
while keeping love and life apart.
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