i did it again
my soul was weak and so am i
i have so little power anymore
the power i do have is wasted on breaking skin
and seeing the blood
the blood i wish i no longer had
the blood i wish was my enemies'
the blood i wished had stayed blue
blue like my kingdom and blue like me
blue like the way my father makes me feel
when he tells me my habits are just an annoyance
so i accept
and i draw blood
or i don't, and i stay quiet, and i let the blue take over
blue blood and red lips and black eyes and
everything you ever wanted
wanted to be me, but me is different than you believe
my best self is your worst day and my worst day is hell's best
so i'm stuck in the middle
and i draw blood
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stormclouds, dust, and a little bit of rain
General Fictionthis is where i write when fiction is too thin and reality is too thick enjoy at your own risk
