Daily drawing on darkend well
Dug deep, teeth and fingers
Gnawing, clawing,
Churning flesh to naught
'Til it's reached;
There___________just there;
Roiling boiling basin of pain,
Rage, so pure in purpose
It screams silent glory
At its very being.
Channel it through arteries,
Steel the soul
Where Love-lies-bleeding;
Heart pumps in dissonance;
He faces another morning,
Alone.
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