Bleeding; my menstruating heart runs cold. My eyes turned downward, as I pull the cloak over my head. Once a strong man; now nothing left to reduce. I'm broken and damaged, head down searching for the noose. "It is better to have loved and lost"? Look at me now, and reconsider the cost. And where do I go from here? With nothing left to love; and everything to fear. I've decieved myself with a reason to live. Knowing I'm broken; no more love to give. My eyes turned downward; I pull the cloak taut. When my heart has bled it's last; I will lie down and rot.
Reason for writing:
Lingual healing? Well, maybe not.
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