I wake up drenched
My life escaping
From a small cut in my nose
It’s on my face
It’s on my hands
The pool of crimson grows
I wake up drenched
I wake up soaked
I wake up yet again
I wake up and I wake up
Always dying in my bed
I wake up unable to move
This time it’s gushing down –
Down my throat and
Down my thoughts and
Splashing on my tongue
Like dirty copper
Bitter, sweet
It fills my lungs all night
I wake up bleeding, dying
Drowning in my life

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