Poetry / scrap of dogrel

A finger raised to pink rose lips,
the dripping of the blood a grimace unfelt,
the soft delicate biting of the cut,
seeping in like the steady flow.

Bah, bah...bah, bah... bah, bah...

Steady it flows, seeping further and further,
A whisper escaping the ever lost cells,
The sound a quiet scream;
Never loud enough to be heard.

Bah, bah...bah, bah... bah, bah...

A shallow kiss replacing that finger,
Dancing across the red covered silk,
The paper left upon the floor,
The cut to be shown all the more.

Bah, bah...bah, bah... bah, bah...

Bah, bah...bah, bah... bah, bah...

Bah, bah. Bah, bah. Bah, bah. Bah, bah.

Buh.
 

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