Stina's Bla Bla Blog
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Blood Donor
The needle pierces my skin,
A sting of pain, then numb.
I’m far to used to this charade,
I close my eyes. Succumb.
My life-force, I feel it drain,
Trickling sickly from my vein.
But I don’t mind, I feel alive
I relish in the pain.
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