It's All Washed Up But It's Never Gone Poem by chad fisher

Its all washed up, but it never will disappear
Pain may lessen, but not the worry or fear,
None can fix the organ that is still dying
Not even the angelic surgeon that is trying
Blood pumps to a place it should not
It's all washed up, but it still bleeds alot
Blood splatters in the depth of me,
But it's never gone, inside I bleed eternally
I am wounded, which is why I cried
For my lover would rather wish I had died.
It's all washed up, but everywhere there is a stain
But its never gone, the showering bloody rain
The screaming pitches of my voice unique
Rising high like the tarot tower, so mystique
Crumbling down into the sea
Blood splatters in the depth of me.