Burning white

I breathe
something useless as words
I breed
the creation of things
things that mean nothing
but everything
words that dream of being something
I bleed
and rainbows drip slowly out
I cut
tell you what creativity is about
hell is
a fire that never dies
words that refuse to thrive
a rhyme with good time
I bleed and dine
in white

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