The Bleeding of Me
By A. R. Tiller
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The bleeding of me
You Bled my Soul...
...Now there is nothing left
A Hollow body,
An empty chest
Seared the Spirit
and burnt the flesh
You brought me Hell.
Now I live it everyday
trapped inside my prison cell
trapped inside my mind
left here,
to rot
like fetid meat
Dead
Love