Mural of Love

You've got me on my knees;
The blade is to my wrist.
Soon my blood will spill;
My limbs all in a twist.

It seeps into the cracks,
It flows across the hall;
This is what you were to me:
My everything. My all.

My brain won't work without you,
And I don't want to live.
I'm drained of all my purity.
What to you did I not give?