The bite took more than I thought,
as each passing day draws life; escaping -
never did I know that I'd die by just one phrase.
{I have nothing for you}
Hands grip in desperation
and my heart weeps in solitude.
"You're not worthy of my blood,"
it keeps floating
never landing
and the pain....
....isn't there,
becoming that much worse.






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