Bled into me
as ink unto paper
staining me deeper
flowing faster
pulsating, throbbing
unrelenting, consumming
each piece becoming
you, nothing left of me
red, thick as the sea
you, you are me
moving every fiber
currents growing stronger
breaths hitching about
you're in my viens
cutting, wounding
but I cannot get you out.
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Artwork: An untitled sketch by Alex Andreyev
Music Inspiration: In My Veins [andrew belle]
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Ars Moriendi
PoetryEmpty spaces, dark places, death has many faces. Ars Moriendi "The Art of Dying"
