In the heat of passion, you Were Bleeding.
Actually more like Dying. Dying and Bleeding sound so Close anyways.
An artery from the right side of your neck Was Pumping Fountains Of Blood.
You Made the Floor Slippery and violent. Or Maybe I Did? Good Question.
The Air Smelled Like iron, Rust and Cold.
Some Blue too, Imagine Blue is a smell.
You were dying But you bloody weren't dying fast enough.
My Blood Soaked Shirt Started To Get Really Really Cold.
The Mist around my mouth from the coldness was Already Very Heavy.
It Was Cute that in spite of it all you died saying I love you.
I love you too.
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