He cries gallons of blood,
Drunk on the memories,
Cast into the lonely river,
Hoping he can find himself.But his mind doesn't understand—
The struggle of losing a battle,
Or how to accept his unfortunate fate,
And live without his sanity.
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PoetryHere's a collection of poems and drafts that are frozen within my heart.
17. blood
He cries gallons of blood,
Drunk on the memories,
Cast into the lonely river,
Hoping he can find himself.But his mind doesn't understand—
The struggle of losing a battle,
Or how to accept his unfortunate fate,
And live without his sanity.