A poem by Ryan Spingola

I was never what you wanted
but my blood will serve your purpose
quench your hunger for a short time
use me, I give you my life and soul
they mean nothing to me now
you always had my soul
Since that day long ago
now you don't want it
my blood is all you want
you'll take it and leave me
lying on the cold floor to die
alone and drained
of my very life
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