I need a stronger pulse To recognize I'm bleeding Wouldn't my heart convulse If it has strength remaining? Slowly, I'm bleeding out Bleeding the time I have left to see myself My skin is growing cold The ground beneath me is feeling warmer If I could move my arms I'm sure they'd be around you You're probably alarmed From the things that I might do Hear my breath grow weaker... No, it's never enough No more dishonest pity I know I'm not that tough But I prefer the gritty Please explain how to love In a way fitting for you A soul pure as a dove Of course, that's never been true With feathers tainted red Why won't anyone tell me I've been bad? I'm unmistakably And unforgivably Oh so pervertedly Too unashamedly Me You're licking at my wounds tentatively But it's too late for this withered body Do you taste your blood there too? Or was I mistaking my blood for theirs? #poem #poetry
《 Your poetry is beautiful. 》
Your words are so kind Understanding is beauty You are beautiful