I’m bleeding onto the paper again
And I’ve lost a lot of blood
But it would be
More fatal not to
More fatal not to let my heart
squeeze the blood on
through my veins and gush
All I know and feel and pray and am
More fatal not to flood the lake
And break the dam
To let it all escape before I’ve found
It’s filled up to the rim
And I have drowned.

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