Every one tells me that its already gone,
but I am the one still holding on.
A moment, a life, a memory, a dream,
how long will it bleed is yet to be seen.
not knowing is bliss.
What was always on my mind
is now also under my skin.
Not gentle like a blow,
not scathing like a kiss,
close to my body, digging into my flesh,
I cringe, but savor the pain and sweat.
It is what it is
without any remorse.
Those who chooses to embrace it
deserves no more.
Guileless in compassion,
but artless in expression,
tethering with love,
but liberating with blood.
Wrapping itself around me,
and never looking to leave,
constant companion
my cilice.
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