Wasted
The blood that spills forth from
My veins.
What does it symbolize?
Life?
Death?
It can be wasted so easily
And taken so easily.
The blood I can waste
By an easy slice.
Does that mean we can be wasted?
Just as easily?
My veins.
What does it symbolize?
Life?
Death?
It can be wasted so easily
And taken so easily.
The blood I can waste
By an easy slice.
Does that mean we can be wasted?
Just as easily?
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Thanks for reading. This is another random poem I found on my h-drive. :'DDD