The taste of my blood
Bitter, sweet, loving.
Though running with
Rivers of sorrow;
I fall in hope of never
Seeing another day again.
As this Gore, drips down from
My heart; thy lips
Begin to catch every skipped
Life among me.
I lay, I begin to love
That which dies, and
Hate, all that lives...
I wish I could just fall
High up lay like the birds in the sky.
My lungs to kiss the ocean
Tortured for days and drop with
My blood and never look up.
Never say goodbye. The taste of blood
Finds its way unto my heart...
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Poetry
just some poems i come up with.... note that they might not be the best.. but it's just something.. ya know?
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