Treasure Island

Nihil Existentia

Blood As The Oil

As the blade eats into my flesh...
Everything goes red...
And i can taste the iron...
That is rushing through the veins...
Of the machine that is, i
I feel nothing...
No matter how deep i cut...
I see nothing...
Worth holding onto
Every day is a curse...
Each day the blood oils the gears...
Of the machine that i am
No matter how hard i try erase you...
You never cease to be...
Like the blood rushing through me...
You are within me...
Like a virus, a disease...
Relentless and vicious...
I can never bleed you out for good.

Submitted: Friday, March 09, 2012
Edited: Friday, March 09, 2012

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