Ribbons of red stream down my arm
Wanting to wash away what I feel
But I hold it tight
Knowing that if I let it go a flood will rise
A flood so dark an deep that non shall see the bright red of the blood that washes across the skin it cresses
The wound will always gape and stay
Slightly flowing
Leaking out the love that should be inside me
But that blood seeks a different outlet
Something that will let it bleed
Something that will let it feel
Something that will it stay