Blood on my hands
Hole in my chest
Words in my throat

Burning lead in the blackness
Dripping from my rips
Down to the floor

My almost dying heart
Keep on beating
Outside my skin

Can’t feel you
Can’t hear you

Reflections of light blue
On blackened red

Stars in the stream of pain
         whispering hold on

The moon's molten silver
The sun's liquid gold
          encasing my exposed heart
This unbreakable second skin
          sheltering my heart

Can’t feel you
Can’t hear you

But my almost dying heart
Keeps on beating
Outside my skin

Rivers of silver and gold
Running from my rips
Into the darkness

Heart in my hand
Light in my chest
Words on my tongue;

          hold on.


~l.s.eve