His Blood, Her Blood (May disturb, sorry!)

His blood flows freely
Over her hands
Once unsure, but now deadly calm
Not a trace of the struggle,
Not a trace of the pain
Not a trace of the girl
He thought he knew
As she carves out his heart
He told her he loved her,
No one can fault him for that,
But when said without feeling,
Those three words can be deadly.
Her tears can't wash away the blood
Her hands have spilled.
Her mind is terribly calm
Her feelings,
Unable to break the bonds,
Placed upon them
By him
All she can see is red
All she can hear is his screams
All she can taste is the pain
But she can't feel,
He took that from her,
Along with everything else
He looks at her with fear
As she spills his blood
She looks at him, with nothing,
Nothing.
The pain that tormented her
Gone,
The anger,
Gone,
The betrayal,
Gone
He looks at her helplessly
As she spills his blood.
Why?
He asks
And she laughs,
She laughs,
Now do you see what you've done to me?
She questions
Those three words can be deadly
When used without feeling.
She laughs as the blood spills
It doesn't matter anymore
She has spilled enough
Of her own blood to know
That it doesn't matter
And as his body lays still
Tears fall down her face
Not for him, not for her
But for the memories
No one could have loved you more
She says to him
And yet, you killed me,
With your bare hands
And now, after you have taken
Everything from me
It's my turn to take
The blood pools around her shoes
And she laughs,
The terror she suffered
The pain, no more
And she weeps
Her blood is warm on her knife
And the welcoming darkness
Washes over her vision
And just before she lays still
She laughs, and says
Do you see what you've done to me?
The blood spilled here,
Will serve as a reminder,
That those three words
Are the most deadly
That those three words
Aren't what they appear
They are only a face for hatred
And they don't mean anything
So before the blood dries,
Remember, from love, comes hate
And from hate, comes blood

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