Dying
The blade has found a vein
Hidden subtly beneath my skin
Hurt myself to stop the pain;
The fever that’s been woven in
Liquid life flows out like death
Sprinting down a severed wrist
The rhythmic pulse of panting breath
As bloody hands curl into fists
Crimson drops smack the floor
And weary eyelids become lead
It’s too late and much too sore
To fight against the royalty red
Hidden subtly beneath my skin
Hurt myself to stop the pain;
The fever that’s been woven in
Liquid life flows out like death
Sprinting down a severed wrist
The rhythmic pulse of panting breath
As bloody hands curl into fists
Crimson drops smack the floor
And weary eyelids become lead
It’s too late and much too sore
To fight against the royalty red
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Just been feeling a lot of mixed things latley, I really would rather give up.... But I know I can't, even if I image doing exactly this.