Writing 11

This black heart,
Still bleeds crimson,
You keep me alive,
Steady beating,
No longer feeling broken,
Blood strongly flowing.
You brought me back to life,
Kept me from taking it tonight,
Without you I thought about a knife,
Cut my wrists hold it to my throat,
Rope hanging high nothing to stop me,
You saved me from my demise.

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