Eyes Closed - Poem by Stefan Hansson
Blood is streaming down my wrist.
Feeling a cold sensation that should not exist.
A feeling that’s sets my mind free.
A feeling that I hate, that I do not want to see.
I close my eyes to avoid the sight.
But when I do I feel my emotional fight.
Either way I loose.
I can not choose.
Maybe if my eyes are closed forever I do not have to...
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