6/22/2017 purpose of lifeI’ve given my life to art. its in everything I do, but my hands are bleeding. short words cut like knives in a fistfight. blood splatters across pages and I make out scripture from the traces. I’m hurting but its for the art.
I’ve given my life to love. its what I live for. but my love has taken me, split my heart wide open, and left me for dead. my blood falls onto the hands of the ones who don’t want it. I’m hurting, but its for the love. I’ve given my life to you. you’re all I want, all I see. its a cruel craving but the hunger is slightly satisfying. I cannot breathe without you, so instead I bleed. I’m hurting, but at least its for you. Comments are closed.
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