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Anguish in My Blood
I want to slit my throat open
and let the anguish gush out
until I am empty and not distraught.
Drain me of my pain
as I slowly succumb to death
and I bet
It will feel so good to finally be sane.
My blood is contaminated by melancholy
yearning
for something eternally.
The red on my chest
is not of virginal shyness
but of pain I was condemned to harvest.
Let it out
let it spill
until I cannot shout.
A woman, once a girl
with weeping eyes
cursed with woe.
I cannot escape my fated death
for no matter how hard I try
I will one day rest in its depth.
© WeepingWillow
and let the anguish gush out
until I am empty and not distraught.
Drain me of my pain
as I slowly succumb to death
and I bet
It will feel so good to finally be sane.
My blood is contaminated by melancholy
yearning
for something eternally.
The red on my chest
is not of virginal shyness
but of pain I was condemned to harvest.
Let it out
let it spill
until I cannot shout.
A woman, once a girl
with weeping eyes
cursed with woe.
I cannot escape my fated death
for no matter how hard I try
I will one day rest in its depth.
© WeepingWillow
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