Bleeding Heart

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As it beats it bleeds

Bleeding, bleeding

A heart on fire

Dripping blood

Painful screams

It slows

And it bleeds

For the one who stabbed it

The hang that holds the knife

Wields the dripping blade

And stabs

Stabs and stabs

Till there's naught left

But a puddle of blood 

My bleeding heart

Poems, By Lunar EvansWhere stories live. Discover now