Tragic

Dim to none
this light is trite and
you live for the moment
of an hour ago.

Drink it down feel it running
from veins,
fire in your blood
cool your pain.

Put everything into perspective
this is green
and this is red
now what color are you?

You haven't cleaned up your life
you only moved things around
it looks prettier
but it's the same mess.

You hold on to every thought
every wound, every bruise
nurse them to bleeding
pick off the scabs everytime.

There is no healing,
you are tragic, 
you like it best
when you're crying



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