my heart is still bleeding.
the only thing separating my love,
its useless existence.
still beating.
this miserable being here.
still breathing.
when I only wanted my lungs to collapse,
I've waited so long for my last.
and it's ever fleeting.
a distant hope,
this breath may be choked
by this rope I dangle from.
untangle these heart strings to knot their beating.
love pooled on the floor in the stilled bleeding.
once again, silence.
love, forever sleeping.