Bleeding Hearts

Of Her

’twas she who cut my heart away
And drank its’ blood so bitter sweet.
She speaks of love, but then, “O nay,
I fear you are a tasteless treat.”

Instead I pull you to this web
And wrap you in my passion’s silk.
Now filled with venom, life will ebb
And you will learn about my ilk.

So she would dance and laugh and play
Above my carcass that remains;
Another flower, here I stay,
A bleeding heart upon her veins.

 

Of Him

Or was it I that took her heart
And drank its’ blood, consuming mirth?
Whilst basking in my grotesque art
O’er love left bleeding on the earth.

I swear I love you, but can’t stop
I have to coil round your throat
Now filled with venom, heart will drop
And o’er you merrily I gloat.

So I would dance and laugh and play
Above her carcass that remains;
Another flower, here she’ll stay,
A bleeding heart upon my veins.