Literature
Love
Love bleeds forth from my wrist
At terminal velocity
Wrapped around my heart and I wist
It left the wound dirty
And fractures the bones
That hold it out straight,
Infection all my own
It left and ate
Me up.
And now here I am, dying,
As I feel the tears run warm
Down my cheek, here I am, lying,
I have now bought the farm
And I'll have it now as ever:
Alone, and thus from life, I sever