Bleed life out of me

Mon, 07/01/2013 - 21:16 -- Ikadshi


I bleed words into emply spaces. 

They crawl onto pieces of paper. 

They flow in conversation. 

They reside on my digital screen.


I bleed words to set me free. 

They carry me when no is around.

They let me express myself verbally.

They open doors to the whole world.


I bleed words because they're my only motivation.

I bleed words because life needs them. 

I bleed words because they are all I really ever had. 

I bleed words because I can. 


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