For you I bleed poetry As the red depths flow from my wrists Words that strive and persist To touch your heart Mastering metaphorical starts That drain as I strain To purge pain from my brain Passion shortens the strings of my life But fate can wait because I am a fire alive I bleed poetry for you Scratching the deep dark wounds Exposing the scars that used to keep me bound Until the light of expression was found This journey can hurt like a knife in the eye But that pain is the juice that helps me to write I bled for you, fed on truths to help you through And when I cease to do what I do That will be the day when you know That the shadow of life has been expunged from my soul Remember, I loved you with poetry