The Blood She Bled Poem by Autum Foster

The blood she bled, was red and true,
The blood she bled, was bled for you,
She's in such a state as she holds the knife,
She's aiming to end her dreadful life,
It was you who made her take this path,
Now, it's you who must feel the pain of her wrath,
To weak to go on, she sits and she cries,
As a piece of her heart slowly dies,
The last of her courage will go into this,
A kiss, of death is all it takes,
To end her life and put on the brakes.