Bleed my metaphors,
Have a melancholy disposition-
Nail pierced wood,
wood splinters in position.

Have a melancholy disposition,
never healing with time,
wood splinters in new position,
angers greatest crime.

Never healing with time,
or endless self-analysis,
angers greatest crime,
talk through psychoanalysis.

Wound can’t grasp inside,
beyond me to proper, heal;
Smile, a saint, to hide-
from what is true and real.

Beyond me to proper heal,
operate on my heart-
from what is true and real,
what you promised is a start.

Operate on my heart,
and set on it a seal,
what you promised is a start,
plant love, true and real.

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