Form Of Love Poem by Eli Medina

Prick your wrist let it bleed into this mold to form a key,

to release me from these blackend chains...

thank you so much for saving me... from this wall of bricks and bolts with only dark to see,

I've had so many thoughts of treachery... never thought I'd be free to breathe,

I pray so much my soul to keep... if I should die would (my angel) cry?

well if so I want you to know the ghost of me will always be next to thee... to kill any pain you'd ever feel cause my love for you is O' so real.