I should be done
but not all of my bloods gone
my heart still pumping
I'm still here breathing
writing this poem
this isn't the last
cause of the blood pouring from the gash
as i go from ear to ear going to finish the job
yet I'll come back
it never clots just flows as a river does
it is as if the rain of crimson red won't stop
not telling where it starts
no worry no one will miss me
not even the people for whom I bleed
this just a tad bit of the respite thatâ??s coming
whether you like it or not
it flows and like my tears Rollin on my cheek
it keeps coming as I Let It Bleed