I bled myself dry today, here on my floor.
I've watched the shadows dance from my ceiling, all the way through my door.

The same one you walked out from, and the same one you closed then.
The scene in my mind that plays over and over again.

I could hear the clock tick, but I'm still inanimate.
Down here Drowning in a puddle of memories and regret.

Though I do feel like it was self inflicted,
For my heart is binded and restricted.

A poison for pleasure, your kiss is criminal.
Blurring the line between lust and love, so subliminal.

To want and need you but yet to refuse and resist.
As the image of your face spray out of the gapping wound like mist.

But what am to do, stay within this crime?
Even if You chose to leave, without reason or rhyme?

No, I shouldn't. Like a storm it will past.
Weather it, for sure it won't last.

Find my feat again, she's not worth the tears.
Stand up again, and forget all my fears.

2 choices really; first lie here and die
Second is, patch your wings and fly.