Last go the eyes

November 8, 2009
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Thick as it spills down my arm
Fragrant as it passes me by
Crimson as it drips from my head
Flowing warm as I press my hand
Down on the boy whom i love
Dying, it's simple as love
I'm here as he dies in my arms
Blood, hot to the touch
Swelling up, bubbling up
His last look could cut glass
Staring, sharp and in tack
I love you, he mouths silently
Me too, I say, my heart shocked utterly
The blood so priorly warm
Cools to the touch and I cry on his arm
Death as it is in real life
Last go the eyes, Last go the eyes

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