Heart Blades

We shelled out the pieces of our hearts; scattered on the floor, sharp bits of doubt and war- Slice your wrists with them all, the fragments of my love and tears.. the sorrows you couldn't persevere sprung red leaves from the wrists, the bloodiest autumn- Night brings polar pains that run down my spine and through my veins as I hear his footsteps run up the walls every stone cold midnight thoughts of bane madness until dawn.