June 29, 2012
Bleed the guilt.
Bleed the sins.
Bleed the words,
Bleed the pen.
Ink splotches
On you wrist,
Feels much better
When you’re pissed?
Bleed the hurt.
Bleed the tears.
Bleed the hate,
Bleed your fears.
Doodles dancing
On your paper,
Isn’t it better than
Any masked caper?
Bleed for life.
Bleed for hope.
Bleed for you,
Bleed to cope.
If you must,
Then let it bleed.
Ink to paper,
Plant the seed.

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