life spills

life spills from me, only some times,
we cross our legs to hide the blood stain,
shame ingrained, so we drink our wine.


life spills like wine on white cloth,
we cover our tables to hide the wood stain,
memories ingrained, whilst our heads go soft.


shivers through us, the last bitter drops,
it helps our hearts but not our livers
shivers, through us, whilst our heads go soft.


life hurts to carry but we carry on
we ask: "would you rather drown or burn?"
i say: "life hurts"


the fluids i've no more use for
the ruin that ruined me
i am a vessel for poison 
and for that reason
life spills.