Your blood, so scarlet, hot
Has been forsaking you,
And now your heart has stopped,
As an unwound clock.
Your blood, so red, alive
Is dying out of you.
Despite the clock revive,
You won't come to life.
Your blood is clotted, dead.
There's no way back for you.
Your blood, which was so red,
Turned grumous, black, and dead.
Bleeding
© Copyright: Юлия Александровна Винокурова, 2010
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