Bleeding Black

A dark poem about tears.
A dark poem about tears.
This coffin has started to bleed
and it is bleeding black...
- Alive In Coffin

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Alive In Coffin

I am a guy breathing in a coffin made up of flesh, bones and blood. Back in my twitter days, I used to write in 140 characters and that passion motivated me to write short poems. I get crazy when thoughts knock my skull. Currently, I am writing from my grave and in my free time, I try to control my heartbeats.

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