Bleeding Black Blood
Pick.
Do you want me?
No.
Then leave.
I understand.
Too well, I know too much.
So go ahead.
There’s two doors to pick.
One lead’s to my heart.
It’s not shaped right on one side,
But beats in an almost perfect rhythm.
And there’s one that lets off mist.
Dark and writhing,
And moaning in pain.
The misery of it all when I know you’ll leave.
But you can change that.
It doesn’t have to hurt us.
Stay.
But make your fate soon.
Please.
Or I think we’ll both cease to exist.
So let me bleed the black blood that’s the ink of my heart,
Or make it go away, and fill its place.
Do you want me?
No.
Then leave.
I understand.
Too well, I know too much.
So go ahead.
There’s two doors to pick.
One lead’s to my heart.
It’s not shaped right on one side,
But beats in an almost perfect rhythm.
And there’s one that lets off mist.
Dark and writhing,
And moaning in pain.
The misery of it all when I know you’ll leave.
But you can change that.
It doesn’t have to hurt us.
Stay.
But make your fate soon.
Please.
Or I think we’ll both cease to exist.
So let me bleed the black blood that’s the ink of my heart,
Or make it go away, and fill its place.
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