Bleeding is a Luxury

by Dontay   Feb 22, 2011


Broken and shattered on the floor,
just laying there tattered and torn,
from my heart being slammed into your knife drawer.
they start cutting through my heart sack,
the blood flowing out like a little fountain.
then i realize that bleeding is a luxury,
I'm now addicted to the pain,
the hurt,
the scarlett blood dripping down my hand.

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