Yes, we all bleed
But some bleed
A thicker blood
Left to clot
For too long
From open wounds
That won’t heal
Yes, we all bleed
But some bleed
A thicker blood
Left to clot
For too long
From open wounds
That won’t heal
I imagine her
finding me
sat on the edge
and she says
‘Oh baby, that’s nothing
you didn’t even make yourself bleed’
It was dark outside and the trees were howling. She spent a couple of minutes staring at the ceiling. Counting sheep they say. No. She was counting limbs. And lungs and strings. Strings around necks. And flecks. Flecks of skin creeping in. In to a wound of a darker red. It bled and it bled. She said, as they screamed, it’s okay. You’ll be dead. Soon. And the moon. The moon created a spotlight. And it was just right. Just right for her to drift off slowly. And she was lonely again.