Someday you’ll find my crimson blood
smeared all over your face
you’ll see the way my body
freezes; cold and braced
you’ll never hear my voice
as the echoes of your cries die down
you’ll never feel the warmth of my hands
from the blood rushing on and around
I can still feel the white pain
searing through my wrist and flesh
I can still feel my blood flowing
flowing on my satin skin
I see your tears, I can feel them pattering on my forehead
you are crying for someone unwilling to live
I see your eyes, oh-so-dark and yet
shedding tears for someone unwilling to give
I feel your hand colliding with mine as I reach out to you
can you feel me dying?