In the silence of the night, I bleed once more,
Memories haunting, knocking at my door.
In the echoes of the past, I search for release,
But the scars run deep, they never cease.
In the shadows, I'm lost, in the darkness, I'm found,
In the pain, I'm bound, to the ghosts that surround.
But in this bleeding heart, there's a fire,
A desire to break free, from this funeral pyre.
I bleed once more, in the depths of my soul,
In the tears that fall, in the stories untold.
With a heartache burning, like a relentless chore,
I bleed once more, forevermore.
In the whispers of the wind, I hear your name,
A ghost of a love, lost in the flame.
In the wreckage of my dreams, I search for hope,
But the scars remain, a twisted rope.
In the shadows, I'm lost, in the darkness, I'm found,
In the pain, I'm bound, to the ghosts that surround.
But in this bleeding heart, there's a fire,
A desire to break free, from this funeral pyre.
I bleed once more, in the depths of my soul,
In the tears that fall, in the stories untold.
With a heartache burning, like a relentless chore,
I bleed once more, forevermore.
In the silence of surrender, I find my strength,
In the ashes of defeat, I'll go to any length.
To rise from the ashes, like a phoenix reborn,
To silence the echoes, of love torn.
I bleed once more, in the depths of my soul,
In the tears that fall, in the stories untold.
With a heartache burning, like a relentless chore,
I bleed once more, forevermore.
So let the wounds reopen, let the pain pour,
I'll bleed once more, until I'm whole once more.
For in this bleeding heart, there's a desire to soar,
I bleed once more, forevermore.
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Free Verse Chronicles: Soulful Writings.
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