Wounds
Your licking your wounds,tasting your blood.
The time that passes shall heal them.
You find peace in the red.
Water of life, water of fire.
The hate will flood in the red.
You love revenge so raw.
Let red bleed, make time stop.
And now you're bleeding once more.
The red is your vocation.
You had it coming, my friend.
It takes a long time to mend,
the wounds you inflict on yourself.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-11-04 at 23:41
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