The man that was me

In a steady flow going down this drain,

My life blood drained on, leaving pain.

A deep searing pain, but I felt it not.

For by my own I have been burnt.

My once tender soul destroyed.

Torn asunder by my beloved.

My head is bent, in a bow.

Who will want me now?

Was what I thought.

It will matter not.

For in one hour,

All went sour.

I saw a man,

From a fan,

Hanging

Dead.

The

Man

Is

I

via Daily Prompt: Mope

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