Bleeding
Red on my pale hands. Red on my bare face.
Red, stained on the walls of my vexed soul.
Blood. Blood in my veins, gushing out rampant,
From mouth, and eyes, so all I see is red.
It pumps, unwarmed, through my body like ice.
Leaving me still and stuttered as a child.
It pours over my skin as hot magma,
So I feel every second. Every pulse.
My heart, a wild beast in a cage of bones,
Burst out, to cut itself like a mad man.
Bleeding. Covering my world in crimson.
Squealing, roaring, barking, it rampages,
Until all the blood is drained. Drop by drop.
Motionless, its beats now a whimper.
But, to my amazed eyes I saw descend
A dove. In his fluttering wings I heard,
Clearly, the most tender words, I love you.
The dove, now sat gently on a tamed heart,
Set down a lily upon its soft flesh.
I looked up. All around me was made white.