Bleed Black Blood

O'Day-Smith

"Where is my Lady Velveteen?"

"She is gone."

"Oh.

Turn me off."


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She talks to me like she was an angel:
Silently and dead.

Ultimate fear, the end is near:
Not for her, she stays awake.
She cries to me though I do not see:
I'm not her and she is me.

Places behind the detachable faces:
Forever and now this is her throne.
Her staring eyes - staring right at me:
They give her her hope,
I cut them out.

The blooming seed is dead to me:
I've stopped the pain, I've killed His name.
Me and My Lady Velveteen:
We flood,
We both bleed black blood.