My brain bleeds it drips and seeps,
my bones crack they soak in sleep,
puddles form beneath my feet,
now my heart assisted beats.
Labelled vegetated wheeled around,
now blank stared silenced with no sound.
Waiting for the time to free my mind,
my plea for death not heard to find.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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There is a sense of suffering in this poem that is resolved on in death
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