Black Ash

The pain
My blood drips slowly
Drips down my arm
Falling softly to the floor
Pooling by my ripped heart
The rush
Your face is sharp
Sharp enough to slice
Across the tender wrist
Of my soul, my life
The release
Your touch was fire
Fire consuming my blood
Burning away my fears
Feeding off my insecurities
The pain, the rush, the release
Black ash is all that’s left
Of my once bleeding heart
I try to hold it close
But your voice blows it away