Beating out my heart,
Climbing to the cuts,
There is blood.
Our driving force,
Our source of life,
Slowly seeping out,
There is blood.
It coats like paint,
It drains like waste,
It even leaves an after taste,
There is blood.
Within my heart,
Within your arms,
Holding me here,
There is blood.
Until the very end,
Through our bodies, runs,
One thing we need,
There is blood.
(Written August 26th, 2014)
