Dripping...
The blood drips softlydown.
Past the skin...
Onto the ground.
Trembling...
My hands wont quit.
Fingers dipped in crimson...
Bloody letter legit.
Crying...
As I see your sleeping face.
Dead...Dead my mind screams...
Yet death on you has left no trace.
Anger...
What have I done? What is life without love?
Nothing...
Into myself the knife is shoved.
Dying...
As I'm next to you, I think of our trust.
My love...
Even in death, we'll always have us.
I didn't understand this one very much, but it's good.