Scorched Earth

     There's love in these veins,

That is meant to be shed,

         Dripped on the floor,
  
              Again and again.

    Just sleep it off now,

           And forget all about,

    That chill,

        Crawls right up your spine.

     Let it dig in its claws,

        And race though your soul,
 
    A welcomed embrace,

         Again and again,

    Within this abyss,

          Were burning it all,

   With a pathological,

     conscious control.