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Blood leaks, designs on the floor.
I smile, release in the face of distress.
Monsters recede, allowing me peace.
Voices quieted, needed silence.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Blood leaks, the world spins.
I smile, knowing that I am alive.
And what was this experience,
but another drop of blood,
on the page of my illegitimate existence.
- by Bliss i n O B L I V I O N |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/21/2009 |
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- Title: Drip
- Artist: Bliss i n O B L I V I O N
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Description:
Hey! This is something that came to me after a friend told me of her cutting problem. This isn't about me, but it doesn't make it any less personal. I hope you like it.
- Date: 06/21/2009
- Tags: drip
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