Bleeding

It's not its fault

But its merit

It's its credit and thanks to it

That I'm bleeding now

Though the wound was here already

And had always been aching

It was because of the plaster

Which was placed over carefully

And then ripped out violently

That I'm bleeding so heavily

It's a torrent of blood

That comes out releasing all the dirt

Draining my impurities

I'm bleeding to death

And it's because of the plaster

As I had been constipated

Bearing an inner pressure

That was pushing my organs together

Causing them to malfunction

Killing me slowly

When he pulled out that disgusting crust

Giving birth to a waterfall of pain

That had been hidden inside

Poisoning everything that was still alive

It's all coming out, and it hurts sharp

The bloodletting that will cure me