he says I have to share
he says i'm not enough
my heart I now wear
like a stain on my cuff
like the pulse of my pain
relentlessly pounding
pumping through my veins
until I am drowning
but my mind is to blame
for sacrificing my soul
and truning my heart aflame
burning a hole
through my being
through my core
I don't know what I'm seeing
yet i've been here before
this isn't my first bloodfest
but its a new low for me
i'm honestly impressed
with the deprived creativity
so let my heart bleed to death
and leave me be in this hell
where I'll pay my debts
and I'll wish him well