Bleeding Is No KillA Poem by DevonsIt breaks but isn't broken It sinks but doesn't drown the damage often spoken the pain, a different sound. It beats but doesn't batter It flies but has no wings the mind succumbs to matter where the angel flutter sings. It cracks but doesn't crumble It lives but always dies love is just a fumble grasping through the lies. It wins but always loses It stops but often starts at the shocks and many bruises of the sum of many parts. It's lost but never leaves It's dead but doesn't die magic in how it breathes tragic now its sigh. Full of blood, it bleeds Yet the bleeding is no kill Its endless needs it feeds the bending to its will. But it's just another piece in the function of the whole This heart will one day cease but never seize the soul. © 2015 DevonsReviews
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AuthorDevonsSouth West, United KingdomAboutWE BREAK ACROSS THESE TRAM LINES I DRAW by Haz I draw them with lines of reflections through their steps enough space between them for your space.. more..Writing
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