As the blood fills these eyes, I see the flood wash by.
It drowns the guy I wished would die.
The rose buds cry, and the Angels fly.
Yet you still ask whats wrong with me? I’ll tell you.
These eyes cry and the Angels die.
You are gone like water in a desert.
You are long since dried up, like an old well.
You swell with empty pride.
You are the clouds when I’m down, you only help me when you need it youself.
So be a dear and be gone from here.
You are needed yet I bleed. When you hold me against your body I feel the heat of my heart melting through you.
I scream out, I’ll never let go until you take your last breath.
Can you see your death? I can taste the blood from your mouth while I give you one last kiss. You fade into the mist…

This poem was written/submitted by Chris Louer.