Buckets of Blood

The supply of which one pours will eventually deplete.

Oh, I can pour my love out until I am empty.

But darling, you should know I require refilling. 

I don't run on a limitless supply, here.

So you should get a bucket or cup, dear.

I request that you hurry and pour before I walk with an emptied heart.

It gets cold and it grows the most peculiar scars.

The blood I have given you is nothing but love.

So please darling, be a dear and fill me up!

I have cut my chest open so that you have an idea of where to pour.

Go on dear, and pour into with perfection in your allure.

You know that eventually you will get what you have given,

But give me a share so that I can keep living.

I have bled myself dry to keep you alive.

Now, I need to open your eyes,

I will open them as I have opened my chest.

Dear girl, I have done my best.

If I cannot convince and you see no reason to stay.

Pack your bags and run away.

I understand, but never- never lie!

Do not allow your feelings to burrow and hide.

They will appear when I am empty 

And I will have to violently retrieve

All of the love you stole from me.

Please heed the warning darling.

You are the only one that can influence such emotion from me