Burn Your Books

Bled like ruptured veins
you fight, take flight, like thirst gets quenched!
Burning slowly
Burning softly

Electric charged eye
You run, bleed screams, like death is coming!
Draining fast
Draining pale

Fester feelings like skin rubbing bone
You dance, break light, like infernos scorch!
Searing blissful
Searing tall

High like heroin ventures
You burst, slowly coil, like ancient rhymes recur!
Dying drugs
Dying right

It goes as said
Feelings are dead
But heroin
Brings them back.

Poem by line that stuff up

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