From my veins I have ripped open,
A metallic liquid flows like spring,
It ebbs a grief for what is lost,
And a memoir of a love now stolen

This bitter melody that slowly plays,
Is reminiscing of peeling white paint,
For though love may avoid a ***** taint,
It is no assurance that it will stay

And I bleed heavy morose scents,
For my heart is slowly pumping sadness,
as it leaves it scribbles words in crimson,
And pictures of not long past scenes.

I bleed my memories of you,
As I remember our ended dreams,
I bleed my love for you,
As our love comes apart at the seams.