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Nothing but a walking Bruise

Tatooed on me the word "Abused"

I am no more than an open sore

Blood and puss draining from my soul

with this infection growing

and never ending



It will never let me die

I taste death sweetly on my lips

I feel it touching my finger tips

Death wonders aimlessly inside my mind

I can see deaths form

theres no form of its kind



I can hear deaths continous call

death stands behind me,

just waiting for me to fall

my scabbing soul has attracted flies

their maggots have grown deep inside

eating every bit of flesh i have left

feeding on my nothingness



I silently watch as the flies get fat

there feeding off me

Dont you see ?

My pain gives them there wings



My suffering makes you strong

But soon i will be gone

i see my bruised body and

my blood stained soul

how beautiful am i now with this blood on my face

How easy will i be to replace?



Holding the flame so close

my soul is badly burned

the infection still growing

my blood still dripping

My life is draining slowly out of my body

I watch as my physical form is decaying and rotting



I wonder why am i still alive?

into the pool of death i would gladly dive..