Pour out my veins
Bleed me dry
I am going insane
Running like
The blood in the veins
But gushing red
Like I have fallen
Into what makes me
Feel complete and utter despair
Drink me up
Drink me in
I am the fallout
Of a successful shootout
The candle of a wound
In the turgid wind
That should be peaceful
But instead
Is the pressure in the air
That makes the bullet
Pass through
To the other side
Where I am shock
And at the end of the tether
That is my still,
Fragile and vacant mind
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Litany by Nailinthewall
PoesiaA book of short poems, prose and passages written during a period of my life. I could get famous one day, be one of the first people who can say I knew them before they were popular! You know you want to....
