She bled his love, showed
What it meant to be in the
Moment.

His words were silent,
His heart bled upon
her, it was slowly losing
The beat it once felt.

They were guilty of much,
Of lust. love, anger was
There undoing but some
Times passion wasn't enough.

She bled his love, showed
What it meant to be in the
Moment, as the blade stopped
His heart and love ran dry.