You desire my heart? Then claim it as it drips in my hand
You’ll surely show it the same disdain as any other man
These four chambers I clasp have brought me naught but pain
The lack of care held within has driven me insane
Pulsating memories draining onto my skin
Scarlet colored record of every wanton sin
Those rendered by others, and the ones I own
Sliding down my fingers, every seed that was sewn
Dead inside, no beat contained in this flesh
So take it now, let me fall into limbo’s rest
Caught in between life and the mercy of death
If I can’t feel, then I can’t want love’s tender caress
The sisters three have shown their scissors against my thread
I pulled it from their grasp, and killed what was already dead
Your ink bleeds and from those lines the blood drips upon us the reader, making it possible for us to feel (not in the same way as you, but still it can be felt for a bit) what you try to express.
ReplyDeleteYou so well know that I though have to disagree with the second line. This man holds you in his heart, so if your heart ever is treated that bad, know that you still have mine.