Don't worry..
I keep spilling all my blood
Every little drop of me another word
My arteries are highways to your heart
My veins becoming empty
My heart is on display
And let the critics say what they want
I keep cutting into my skin
With proverbial knives sharpened quick
My organs regurgitating hymns
My stomach tied into knots
My brilliance burning bright
In an effort to become dawn
I keep killing myself
Everyday speaks as my proof
My dreams are beautiful music
My goal are opened eastern wall
Don't worry if I'm hurting
My pain is all for glory
And it's only when I can give of myself no more
When all my skin is spent
And my bursting head is split wide open
I'm giving my all
Even if it kills me
Don't worry, I am dying, but it makes me happy...
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