I dream of bleeding in front of your eyes,
But I must compromise.
I'm dying to overdose from the red that once covered the bed,
Now only in my head,
Slowly becoming a whiter shade of pale as my heart beats,
The skin no longer united but beautifully parted,
I can still picture the day all this started,
So clear in my head what repeated so many nights in this bed,
all the beautiful red.