Blood Trails
ink runs from my broken pen
down my shirt from my heart pocket
it is cold in here
and I am almost out of ink
I can’t write my will
without my damn pen
I am going to die here
in trails of ink and blood.
Blood Trails
ink runs from my broken pen
down my shirt from my heart pocket
it is cold in here
and I am almost out of ink
I can’t write my will
without my damn pen
I am going to die here
in trails of ink and blood.
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