Bleeding Tears Born In And Out Poem by Tshepo Malekutu

Life is a knife, I am stabbed! I am stabbed!
I am deeply in and out stabbed by people,
And my bleeding heart is next to candles,
I might as well, live with animals, to mark all rules,

I have many faces, that sink in and out,
I am afraid to vomit my (Own) soul
Because of the bleeding tears born in and out,
That rain in every fiber of my very being,

My life is Christmas of pain,

Oh my God please absolute me, stand in me Stand in me!
Stand up in me! Stand for me!
I am a reformer of discord; peace disturber,
My soul is stabbed, apart from my ashes and dust,

What a cold day in hell!
Fellows nulled my soul to sit at the wheelchair
I was someone I knew, but now I am hidden in my bones,
The case of living is forbidden,

I am drawing images, in my mind, above life
My tears sink in and out and sink out and in, for what?
Silence in me, is not my type,