I dream of bleeding in front of your eyes,

But I must compromise.

I'm dying to overdose from the red that once covered the bed,

Now only in my head,

Slowly becoming a whiter shade of pale as my heart beats,

The skin no longer united but beautifully parted,

I can still picture the day all this started,

So clear in my head what repeated so many nights in this bed,

all the beautiful red.