As i carve my flesh the blood trickles through,
sliding down my skin; it flows
so alive for something so dead inside.
i shape a heart across my chest,
in my blood, for your memory.
id be so empty inside,
if it werent for the blood,
the blood i shed for you.
everything faded to black,
except your face,
and the sweet, distant memory of our love,
once you'd gone.
drifting apart slowly,
you and me.
slipping away, together.
slipping like the blood,
the blood from my distorted flesh
