Where is Eddie?

3RedCome thy fount, bleed for me.
Come, pour red the misery,
And I will fade into the black
As others rush the withered crack.

Come thy flow, warm the wrist as
Every moment came to this,
Every blow and every cry
Hear me now, simply I.

Death can wait for dying, yes
Patient as the dinner guest.
Scream and moan, guttural low,
What’s that sound? Oh wait, I know.


About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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