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~Seeping Crimson~

As I drive the razor evermore so deep

my wounds getting wider, opening to seep

my arms now screaming as though yearning to weep

no longer myself, am I able to keep...

A frail soul and a twisted mind

a shocking truth of the altered kind

beaten, battered, feeble and weak

no longer myself am I able to reap...

To exist in torment, not my passion

staying barely alive in societies fashion

scar tissue abounds, skin tone ashen

I seek no one, not a bit of compassion...

Hurt as I know it...a comfortable burn

releasing my anguish, at every turn

bullied, degraded and left all alone

when I swing from the rafters

I'll finally be home...

(c) Michae lGagain

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