I blew my breath into your body
inflated you to a pedestal on high
bloody and torn you creased up
and died on that terrible morn.
Wholely incapable of logical thought
the fateful dagger in your heart
has been twisted a thousand times
but still the blood continues to flow.
Will you not die my beautiful friend?
I love your hateful, distasteful heart
a hatful of nightmares can but only
become a rainbow of shadow dreams.