These words are razor blades in a bucket of blood
Dare you descend to the bottom to feel the crimson tears of my heart?
Or do you safely swim the shallows and taste a moment of fleeting reverie
I can see within the tomb of reality and pain
I have tasted love and ecstasy in a song
A rose is just a sweet scent stabbing at your veins
And then it is dead, dried up and gone
Within shadows and memory
How can love speak down deep?
Knowing the words will fester in a grave
Lost in a lifetime of could have and should have beens
I shave the entirety of my being
Smooth skin and deep cuts running dark red
Lost in the moment
Never to fully heal
I watch and wait to see
What you will do
Tasting
Moments and mementos
Lost in the ether of time
Tossed away
Sinking to the depths
Of a wretched poem.

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