I Bleed Alone
Death has a screw, dead to the driver buried deep inside my head - Who to the witch which witch which, the twigs are the one to switch my twitch in one stitch - Sense i make not for your mind to riddle, do you play the flute as the rat which died by a lonesome fiddle - I cast stone to be grated by the graves tomb, not to what you read as lies by your weak mind to assume - Catch your fish by the bait tended for fools, deep in the ocean shallow salt to be the greatest of tools - Seen what you saw by the tears in your eyes, dawn breaks by day as the welcome to my goodbyes - I bleed for noone, i bleed alone - Inside my blood i bleed by bones
poem by Unic Cjonr
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