There is a fire in this beating heart, but it only beats for you.
Blood fills these lungs, as I scream out your forgotten name.
I feel the rage that consumes my mind and blinds these eyes.
I say enough is enough, I plunge this cold knife into your heart.
I see the look of regret in your eyes.
What the hell is this black shit coming from your mouth?
It must be the blood of a witch.
Thats the only way that you could hurt me this much.
Im on the brink of death, but when I think about you I feel alive.
So why did you kill me inside? the only way that I can forgive our past, is if I bathe in your blood.
You bring the flood, and wash away my life.
Thats why I used this knife.
Inside the prison I can see your emotions, like crooked dreams they disrupt my mind.
At the very last moment I look into your eyes and I can tell that you have already forgiven me.

This poem was written/submitted by Chris Louer.