Crimson Blood

An eternity it seems for the blood flow never ends,
Leaving me lifeless although I'm alive, just existing,
The wounds love left behind forever seeping blood,
Blood of me is my soul, my heart, spirit and love,

A man not of wealth, but of passion, sensuality,
For it served me well until love turned evil, cutting-
Deeply to the bone were the slashes of dead love,
Words piercing into flesh, leaving hideous scares,

Nothing fends off impalement of your heart from hate,
Honor and pride flow out leaving you anemic, dying,
Wanting to defend, but your spirit cut into, bled dry,
Love replaced by hate is to powerful, never can win,

Many moons have passed, still wake up in my blood,
Night brings about more flow, that of loneliness, fear,
Memories of old relived every day always asking why,
Mind tortured more than body, driving me to insanity,

Crucifying myself every day for answers that I know not,
Surly it was I not worthy of love, therefore deserving all,
Crimson is the color I wear, never-ending blood seeping,
Casualty of love's war, to the victor goes the spoils, life,

Constant loss of blood has decimated my contorted mind,
Gone what once was my wealth, replaced by evil revenge,
Grim reaper standing at my door anyway, what's left, death,
Love turned into hate is evil personified, the end is justified,

Crimson blood is beginning to trickle from my old wounds,
Signaling my demise, ever so close only a few breaths left,
Raising my sword slashing mightily, letting blood of hate flow,
Crimson blood of hate has been spilled, victory I died for, love.