the more i bleed..
the more you drink,
I ain't no Christ- what are you drinking for?
pity? misery? love?
if i fall, i won't ever rise!
it's a personal choice..
the more i bleed, the faster grapes dried up:
getting harder to be peeled,
easier to get drained!
keep drinking, oh for the skies love keep drinking!
until there's nothing but dust and seeds.
plant me in a hospital garden...
and peel off every single falling grape!
before it's summer, and it's too late,
before i bleed too much.
'cause the more i bleed...
the more drunk the world become.
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Author:
Akrat (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: if I ever bleed out, my lover will collect my essence, he'll keep it in the ancient crypts for eternities and eternities, until the new me come back, and then we both will have A First Supper
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