Bleeding Out Stitches

This blade pierces my flesh

It pierces my soul

Leaving me out of control

My senses weak

The blood begins to leak

From a wound left so deep

The stitches heal

But a scar appears

Love has not allayed my fears

Your touch is cold

As love grows old

Feeling like a bed of thorns

Your silhouette grows closer yet

My world is black

But I bleed red

Perhaps I'm better dead