bleed

a flaring purple heartbeat should've stopped me from the start

but i'm a fool who never learned to listen

your voice raised to a siren's roar as you grow ever-closer yet

i can't bring myself to yell again

your body streaks in violet and your words are crazed and violent

and even as you lunge i try to reason

your hands wrap around my throat and though i scramble and i choke

your voice holds no regret in those eight letters

"i hate you," oh, "i hate you," spilling pouring from your lungs

as i feebly try to strangle out "i'm sorry"

rage in your eyes ignore my cries your grip it only tightens

digging my nails into your hands so weakly

and just as fast i hit the ground as you had thrown me down

a wheeze for air and i notice that i'm crying

i hear a clatter and a roar of rage and before i can turn to see it

you're on me again with no intention of stopping

white-knuckle grip on your gold-handled knife

i wrestle best i can to keep it from me

with near-no effort it's in my shoulder and i sob

and again to my chest and to my stomach

play with your prey, you let me drag myself away

only to plant a foot on my back and carve

lines and symbols and shapes too painful to make out

my fingers bleed as i claw at the floor

i've not even the energy to scream for help

only sob and hide as the knife draws blood

and you laugh and call me weak and hit and kick

i've not even the energy to lash out

on the brink of death is when you let go--chances are

you only thought i was gone and you'd won

and i laid on the floor there

and i bled

for the final time you drove the knife deep into my back

and carved a figure of a crown, taunting me

and the blood was warm as it flowed and i fell into unconsciousness

and i bled