I run through the woods
Not knowing where i am
I look back, only to see
My sins and fears following me
I turn to the razor
And put it to my wrist
I let it run down slowly
Allowing my blood to flow freely
With each passing day
Scars appear more and more
As my blood hits the floor
All the time, life fading away
It seems the blood never stops
It flows as as free
Inside me rests all of the blood
The blood of a thousand seas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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