bleed thy soul

Scron of my soul.
As a gash hardness and stop my healing wound.
The dry crust that starts to creck and crack as it speaks.
And beaks apart
As my wound is open up again.
As I bleed for you.
As I bleed for this.
I feel no pain.
I feel no hate.
No rage of anykind
but Sorrow.
As my soul bleeds
My soul bleeds out my sorrow.

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