I bleed for you;
Black and white
When it should be red.
Surrounded by ghosts,
I tear back the layers,
Exposing wounds
That will never heal,
To sacrifice words to you.
Naked to your touch,
The skinned confessions I offer
Bankrupt my soul
and leave me aching.
Yet, still I reach forth,
Blinded by hope
And bloody the page anew.
I like it, I like it. I could hear his pain in your words.