fleeting passion
Bleed
till there's no left
to hollow
Crimson and amber
like fire running through
this light, this soul,
this life I borrowed
Drip, drop,
splatter
Slowly crumble, like dust,
like ashes,
set to be freed
and still,
still we shatter
I beg
I plead,
stay, stay within me
for this hands,
this mind,
this dreams I draw
be seen by many
Drip, drop
we bleed,
It flows and scatter,
from the words formed
to the letters written,
behold
a creation we deem worthy
Still,
and still it scatter
from which I bleed,
I tried
to recall, to reach
what was left out
to remember
But still
I'm left hollow
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