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My blood flowing freely

Poetry By: uncle69
Fan fiction

Just something i wrote when i felt alone and cold within myself

Submitted:Feb 28, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

A crimson river over the pale, white skin.

It's wet. And warm. Feels fulfilling.

Longing for it to keep going,

to dip into the sweet silence.

The darkness coddling me like

it's own new born.

Inviting me to feel it's comfort,

to be held again.

By anything.

By the mix of warmth and chill.

I'm just so sick of the lies,

Fed to me by others and myself,

they tell me they love me!

Smart, handsome, witty, perfect they say.

Stupid, grotesque and worthless.

To those three I concur.

To those three I belong!

They are me, i'm them.

Far from perfect

And alone!!!!!


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