fleeting passion

Bleed

till there's no left

to hollow

Crimson and amber

like fire running through

this light, this soul,

this life I borrowed

Drip, drop,

splatter

Slowly crumble, like dust,

like ashes,

set to be freed

and still,

still we shatter

I beg

I plead,

stay, stay within me

for this hands,

this mind,

this dreams I draw

be seen by many

Drip, drop

we bleed,

It flows and scatter,

from the words formed

to the letters written,

behold

a creation we deem worthy

Still,

and still it scatter

from which I bleed,

I tried

to recall, to reach

what was left out

to remember

But still

I'm left hollow