The blood oozing out of my heart
pricking every corner of it
And in wonder I wonder
whether I'll stay alive.
My eyes blurring ,
head hurting
and the congestion so strong
in my now 'broken heart'.
Was it my fault
Or am I destined to be
the victim of foul destiny?
The same one that kept me living
slowly killing me as a parasite.
May I die now in peace
knowing my heart's in happy place
and enjoying the victory
Or should I stay still and
wait for my slow death...?
Millions of drops of the red water
oozes out of me again.
Yet I stay in dark
with my skin withering
eyes buldged and throat blocked.
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