We shelled out
the pieces of our hearts;
scattered on the floor,
sharp bits of doubt
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.