Spilling Blood

Luckily, you never cared,
but I went as far as I dared,
I bet you wouldn't mind
if I just went and died,
you wouldn't make a sound
if I was found
dead in a room
then put into a tomb.
The black roses would dance
and I would take a chance,
slicing my hand
spilling blood upon the land,
slowly dying,
with you not crying.