I Bleed BECAUSE
Location
London Bridge is falling down
I speak fire from my bones
I bleed hot ice from my eyes
The bridge is dead
I am alive
I bleed blue ink
From my eyes I see
From my ears I hear
From my pen I bleed
Sometimes bloodshed is necessary
When the pain becomes too intense I
Shred my thick thin skin with bloody knives
Replace knives with pens and
Replace skin with paper
You have a solution
When the rain falls icy
When it cuts my cheek sharp
I bleed bloody feelings
Which words cannot express BECAUSE
They fumble out my mouth BECAUSE
I let them fester silently
What words cannot express in the moment
I bleed diligently onto paper
I bleed diligently because I can
Blood runs thick from fingertips
I bleed because I need to
When pain becomes too intense
When my chest ignites
When death clouds my mind
When life is not a
Solution
Anymore
I sit dark
I sit cloudy
I sit bloody
I sit bleeding
Bleeding a bridge back into existence
In bleeding I have found a solution
Replaced blades with pens and skin with paper
Spilled emotions onto blank canvases
When the world fell on me I bled blue ink
From my eyes to my fingertips and to
My skin paper thin
I bleed BECAUSE of
Unending dark pain
Pain is good sometimes then
Feelings spilled onto a
Page and pages endless
I bleed hot ice BECAUSE
I bleed fire BECAUSE
I am alive and I
Have rebuilt the bridge