'The blood of the wine'
I know that none of this is about me,
It must be pretty annoying when I always tell you I want to cry.
But you tell me want to die.
I will always query with you this,
This one cruel favor.
Say here another day.
Please don't walk away.
I'm falling to pieces watching you fall apart.
Oh why does it upset me to see you so withdrawn.
I love you it's true.
But, I'm not sure what to do.
This Pain deep within my chest,
Rips me farther apart, and I can see your already ripped into a new start,
No way to pull the wound clothed,
The Stiches would never hold.
Tears keep pelting my face.
As yours start to dry up,
No point in crying anymore.
Why must it be so futile?
So unagreeable,
I can see it now.
All your suffering, blended and up onto of the surface.
I don't know how to help you,
I don't know how to make anything worth living for.
The wine of blood,
Dripping onto the Cresent and carved floor.
Unafraid, I'll ask the ultimate favor,
Although it is selfish,
I don't want you to go.
To spill your blood on these unforgiving hardwood floors.
Don't abandon me,
I don't want you to leave
If you were to bid me good bye,
Oh the tears I would cry,
As I cut down the walls that supported me for so long.
Yes, I do know how wrong it is.
To use the same knife that took your life,
Sticky with the life that was once yours.
But my blood will be scarlet,
The color of my love,
The love that I have always felt for you.
