Bleed The Sun Poem by Ant Weston
Bleed The Sun
Bleed the sun, drag it down, rip it open,
Take my life, throw my corpse in the ocean,
Love is blind, what we call an illusion,
But for some, it remains resolution,
Don't throw it all away...
Find the one, find the two, find a million,
Be alone, rid yourself of the reason,
Find a star, make a wish, make a billion,
Deep inside, know that nothing will happen,
Don't throw it all away...
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