Dark shadows of your memory
Begin to pour into my empty heart.
Death seems to consume the love
Love of those who care.

Blood drips first from the tips.
Tips of you fingers,
Then the ends of your toes.
Blood draining right from my heart.

Love disguised as a monster.
A monster tearing a part your insides
Blood pouring from the end of your ears.
Listening has begins to become difficult.

Listening was not your best quality.
Bitching the only thing you're good at.
Bloods draining from your cold chest.
Deaths consuming your lifelessness.

Bodies dropping to the floor.
Landing in puddles.
Puddles not that of water.
But the blood that poured right out of my heart.

DrkPoet