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BLEEDINGBy this pen, inked black n' bold, I bleed Squeezing my blood sodden soul, I bleed Eyes sore, chocked and swollen throat, I bleed Head clobbered by pain's bolt, I bleed Coughing blood, Sneezing blood, Painting this page with a black blood clot, That has now become my lot. This soul is broken, a bunch of rot, Inside this bald shaven head is a clot, From these smiling lips comes a pungent froth, A life taking venom that is causing my bowels to rot, No one can save me from it. Am closing my eyes tonight, Summoning my spirit to take this flight, Take this long dive to my awaiting dungeon, The endless hollow that's my new home, Those dark, damp and fetid walls of worms, Where my keepers fervently wait. Await me, oh dear dragons am raring, Behold my coming, no more tarring, A pile of bottles stand unstirred beside my bed, With venom, various in types and measuring, I will gulp them down when this night is fully dead, So there will be no one to otherwise dare, Then take my flight home on my bed. .........If anyone would care. (c) 2223hr 04july2014. Nyasi short forms. resting my pen to go to rest Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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