(Quickly made poem full of unprocessed thoughts. Tw for mentions of blood and death.) bloodstained rags, one after another the flow never stops the only way, it seems to break the curse is to be cursed again so is it my way to be trapped forever between working to death and bleeding to death I don’t see a way out for one only distracts from the other and there will always be more pain I just wish there was a way to escape
