The darkness conceals, filthy misdeeds.
Hidden weapons, malovelence.
Daggers hidden in tips of boots,
Removed from suit coats, in suit linings revealed,
To silence my heart, and I think it’s the end.
But my heart keeps beating, a hard steady beat;
I hear it alone, only in my ears because everywhere else —
There’s dead silence; but in the silence,
My heart is a drum, banging out the beats of life and renewal,
The thump thump, the tempo which will not end.
You’re too generous to stab me in the back,
So it must be in my chest, through the organ which loved you.
Now my blood spills, but my heart keeps up a ‘Lub-dub,’
Waiting for a death which never arrives.
There is only the sound of my blood pooling in silence.
Yet, I’m only pained by the horrific sound of nothing,
My heart is strong and I struggle through,
Only to find I have not what most call life’s blood.
My veins weep venom, for I run on poison — not blood.
And the vitral having leaked into ventricles,
Pumps throughout my body,
My own sickly blood healing me and —
Killing my lost love, a murder;
All those exposed, the blood is poison for.
I’m overcome by sadness as I’m lying here,
Heart beating, but I should be dead?
But I’m still going strong with my blood self -healing.
A poisonous farewell I give to everyone I lose.
I’m unaffected by a dagger aimed,
Didn’t conceive of my body regenerating.
And my blood in the open — it ends lives.
I rise and into the night fade, as if I never was.
Tears leaking down my face, caustic themselves.
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