Bleed from the head,
Bleed from the heart,
Bleed in the gut,
Bleed from the womb,
Bleed from the skin,
Bleed internally,
Hemorrhaging from this myriad wounds
How will it stop,
Famish to the last drop,
Till I'm no longer in pain,
DRAIN...
of life,
of blood,
of substance
of soul.....
I collapse into this emptiness with a trail of quaint
never ending quest for my meaningness.......
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