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.
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