Micah Clausen Poems

Let my blood run down my soiled hands
and my tainted soul be burned to ash.
For ever scorned in a life of sorrow
with lonely nights where dreams are smashed.
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Blood gushing out of twisted vains,
memories tortuous drive me insane.
Darkness dwells inside my heart
and lonely days betray my soul.
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As blood courses through my vains,
the heart fills with aches, with pains.
Lonely nights all alone,
slowly feelings turn to stone.
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