What holds you?
What stuns your heart into not beating?
What stops your heart from bleeding pure
Straight onto the canvas?
Dripping of want, desire, love…
All you want to do is bleed.
Is there something on your mind?
Is there something in your mind
That spreads poison through veins
And waits for your heart to die?
What happened to your muse:
Your guiding north star,
That morphs your pulse into hummingbird wings
And spills blood all over the floor?
Its there in your body
Laying silent and hungry for the chance
To make your blood boil and surge–
To make you bleed again.