Blood
He wrote with blood as ink
Just to show his intentions
Were true and real
Until he was completely drained
Until his fingers broke
Until the papers stained red.
Forty four
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Metaphors of an Alcoholic
PoesíaIt's because you consist of a lot of metaphors even the greatest poets can't write down. You don't deserve to be written down after all, only loved because you are a metaphor yourself. In love or broken, these metaphors are perfectly fueled by alcoh...
