wounds for life

if darkness be canvass,
like the light of day,
is swallowed by the night,
and if my substance is an empty well,
where teardrops be the stories,
that we tell,
and if the heart makes room for another knife,
to pierce this giving out of life,
cause if the burden that you carry,
feels like a mountain on your back,
in the weight your body buried,
you fall not forward but always want retract,
if your heart is pierced still,
i’ll open my old wounds,
to sacrifice my own,
my blood,
to give you back your life.

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