For~ Poets Of Blood.~Bleed for a Cause ~Blood drops~

~Blood drops~

Bleed out through a vein my life force,
Motionlessly still remains.
Iniquity rises up and rips my essence out of the duff.
The shadow seem to always know,
How to drop back in the ruff.
The only thing left to survive suddenly,
Runs from me and forever hides.
My thoughts chatter among themselves within,
All within know where I have been.
Pressed away from the heavenly door,
Know satin calls me part of his lore.
Understanding what I must do,
As the gloom in me comes right through.
Feeling like a rabbit trapped in a snare,
As I throw back my long flowing hair.
Left for lifeless face down on the road,
In-between the slim of a toad.
Fallen from all polished grace,
Evil is all I can know taste.
Engraved images seek shelter under my skin,
Numerous souls look at them as true sin.
Searching the night as a old hound dog,
The smell of evil drifts from all around.
Fixed in a twisted sinister grin,
Is where I know living begins!
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