We all bleed sometime
Let's get it over with
Caught red wristed
Searching for that word smith
This demanding page
With it's judgmental lines
Trace the healed scars
With a cheap bottle of wine
Breathe it all in
Until it runs our veins
We spread upon the paper
Like water down a drain
It all comes through hard
Smoked out by our desire
For truth and for beauty
So set my lungs on fire
Hush now please
For this piece is done
Twice we glance
What this room has spun
Lay dry in my hands
You are safe my friend
I'll call upon your services
When my heart beats again
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