Bled 2

dedicated to my lung cancer.

Everthing is left in a cold pain.

Left to die in the pouring rain.

Everything else doesnt matter.

Compared to the pain, my heart keeps getting flatter.

Unwilling deception overwhelms me.

Causing pain, death and apathy.

All else is destroyed in my name.

Which is constantly put through so much in vein.

This is daily crucifixtion.

And this rusty blade leaves wounds.

And I cant seem to find you.

So my soul you will consume.

 

 

Dying in this world.

The pain twists and it twirls.

Leaving me battered and bruised.

I am so alone.

And so very confused.

My open bleeding wounds are a constant reminder.

Of what was once me.

But that me has already began to hinder.

Dying inside these walls.

Everything else seems to crumble.

In my mind I seek redemption.

You may think Im crazy.

An that is why I am constricted.

By the bounderies of life.

 

 

Death is not only alive

but only here to thrive.

Like a cancer.

Penetrating all that is life.

So that I cannot escape.

All things set aside.

I am here to die.

Break the silence.

Of these chains.

Set me free.

From all the pain.

I want to live again.

Not with machines.

But with acual human beings.

 

 

Author's Note

this means alot if you consider living on machines.