Was freshly laid upon the b e d
a pillow rested 'neath her h e a d
And it was colored black and b l u e
recounting days involving y o u
Your story she had never h e a r d
yet seemed to swallow every w o r d
And in her sleep she made it k n o w n
that she was gone but not a l o n e
And when your hand would turn the p a g e
she'd once again endure the r a g e
The sheets you used to cover u p
was metaphor for all the l u s t
But one day soon she will be b l e d
be freshly laid upon the b e d