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I bleed for this art Spill my blood for it Using it to write each poem I bitterly declared my last Telling myself that if I bleed long enough Expend enough of myself Write just one more line— It would be evidence I cared I have crucified myself for this art Begging for the cup to pass With each lash from my tongue, Flesh rent from my back— It would be evidence I suffered I face an indifferent judge for this art Chasing a verdict that will never come Because if I pass judgment, Confirm my guilt— It would finally be evidence I failed Instead I am led by phantoms who whisper in the still of night— Here is torment but not death
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3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 10:47 AM UTC
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I bleed for this art Spill my blood for it Using it to write each poem I bitterly declared my last Telling myself that if I bleed long enough Expend enough of myself Write just one more line— It would be evidence I cared I have crucified myself for this art Begging for the cup to pass With each lash from my tongue, Flesh rent from my back— It would be evidence I suffered I face an indifferent judge for this art Chasing a verdict that will never come Because if I pass judgment, Confirm my guilt— It would finally be evidence I failed Instead I am led by phantoms who whisper in the still of night— Here is torment but not death
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3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 10:47 AM UTC
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