Whispers of a Silent Fall

And Would It Not Be

If I were to drain the blood from my body and give it to you,
Would it make up for the tears i've caused?
Would getting your pound of flesh calm your shaking,
soothe your fears?
If anything were so ever easy,
I would do it for you.
To rip out my heart,
still beating,
would that not be love?

Would not my pain,
held up to you,
symbolize my loyalty; my faith?
For in you I have found myself,
you have told me,
I have found myself,
and so I will it to be true.
The soft ache of buried hurt locked away inside,
behind the facade of love.
Would your scarlet lips find fit to press against mine,
one last time,
in the warmth and light of you?