Some day my
bleeding thoughts
will kill me,
not that I need saving...
I'd rather drown
in their blood
than in my own
Some day my
mind will turn
into a graveyard
not that I'm scared...
I'd rather be haunted by
my morbid present than
my grotesque past
Some day my
body will turn into ashes
not that I need saving...
I'd rather burn in
pyre of my dead feelings
than my funeral
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