I keep my room so clean
But I’m torn up inside
There’s blood and whine
Flooding the floors
No one but me to clean up
I hurt, I pain, I grieve
Why won’t you help?
Why can’t you help me?
My veins are pumping out
All the blood in my body
No clotting will help
I’m already departing
I mumble my last words
To low to really hear
All you catch is
I love you my dear
Hold me close as I fade
My heart beats slower
As you begin to tame
As I leave you
You inherent my disease
Of blood and whine
Submitted: July 03, 2009
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