Im drowning in a Sea of Blood.
The blood which flows inevitably
from the hole in my heart- to which it's self inflicted.

He is my poetry,
to him i write with all novelty.
My pain and anguish all transcripted to words.
I hold on, nothing amends.

I'm foolish for doing this,
and yet I know if i look back I wouldn't change a thing. Or would i?
confusion fills my heart.
i turn to distraction-the only way i stay apart.

To this i fool my own foolish heart,
that words would ever mend this canyon heart.