no new sun rose
no dawn to be seen
the moon went red, bloodshot.
my heart went cold
my breath went still
my flesh was left to rot.
no breezy springs.
no tickling rains.
no autumn dream, no thought.
no racing brooks,
no meadows green,
my mind as dry as drought.
leave me alone
i'm haemorrhaged.
i'm stained with big red blots
no point trying,
it is too late...
there aint no cure, i tried lots.
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bleeding i AM
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