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Slowly blood sheds
Deep-red colored tips drip
And drop like
Tears from my eyes
Regardless how tightly closed
I had my eyes kept
Never could have imagined
Those slow and low temp melodies
Can be so sharp-edged
Now I can feel their sharpness
Showing off against my own flesh

So composers I beg you
Please try and cut in the right way
Please cut deep
Deep
Deep down to the depth
Where my hearts and soul lay 
There where I hid the things
I need the most
Like score eaten photographs of loved
Ones hidden beneath tear-soaked pillows
In abandoned foster homes

There where I hid all the things
I dreamed about when
Trying to break the wall
There where I burned all this things
I had dreamed about when
I found out than there is
A wall in all of every one of us
There where I made poems
Out of their ashes
And read them out loud
Even though there weren’t anyone around
There where I learned them all by heart
So as not to forget that I have a heart
So as not to forget how to use it

Cut deep notes, go all the way in
And make music
Out of the pain
Leave your marks
Cuz even if pain will go away
And fade someday
Scars will remain
And I remain the same trying to maintain
My words between
Sense and no sense at all

I bleed for the bleeding ones
That chose to bleed and
I plead for the ones that
Never wanted to bleed for anything
That couldn't bleed
Not even once
I plead for the heartless

But I am a cynic too
So I can't let this poem to touch
The politically-correct romantics
So I end this by saying
That I want
To pee