I Die

I was impaled upon a spike
Torn open - a hole
I had no life
Chewed upon by a mole

I was hurt
I was bleeding
The moles were back
they were eating

Blood pours down
out my wounds
The sun burns
at high noon

The blood burns
in my veins
I feel all of these
strange pains

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