You can pock me with a needle and I will bleed
You can stab me with a knife and I will bleed
You can shoot me with a gun and I will bleed
I will bleed until my body is dry
And then I will die
But you have already killed me
You see
You have drained my spirit from me
And stuck it in a bottle
And all my feelings
And all my experiences go with my spirit
All go into that little bottle
And all that is left of me is my blood pumping
Pumping through my decaying flesh
Through my body
But as life shakes me
Blood seeps into that little bottle
That bottle within me
And everything mixes and changes
And in that little bottle emotions bubble and build
They build like gas
They foam
And they push to be released
And the cork is slowly giving away
My mind fights to keep the cork in place
But as a long war someone always has to win
And my mind I know cannot defeat my spirit
So all I do now is wait
And wait
And wait
And I fear what will happen
When that cork gives way

 
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