Red hands

Its her blood on my hands
but i haven't hurt her yet
you see I'm holding her heart
and I'm starting to see regret
now trust me i know
its as fragile as glass
I'm working on that though
turning this heart to brass..
because i don't like when shes hurt
and i HATE her tears
so in the future..
maybe a couple of years
she'll be like a stone
Unable to be broken
and i wont be alone
because she'll know when I'm just joking
and no misused words
will mess with her mind
because my love will be heard
and understood for one time
so with crimson blood dripping
down my arm
I'm guarding her heart with my life
trying to protect it from harm
i squeeze it in my hand
red tears squirt out
so i apologize
for giving her doubt
and give it a kiss
to no avail
i taste iron on my lips
and notice her hearts getting stale
it suddenly slips
so cold that it froze
it falls to the floor
slicing open my toes
and with this...i cry
and as the tears flow.
I cut out my eyes
and start to dig a hole..
once i am in it
i take a piece of her broken heart
and hold it to my chest
to cut it apart
mine beats in detest
not wanting to die
but my souls shattered
it has revenge in its eye
my heart begs for its life
as i use the jagged pieces of hers
as a butcher knife...
i shove it in deep
and my heart ceases to beat
i fall..dead..asleep
my body gets cold..
I just hope that i suffered
with her..times ten fold