Dripping Crimson Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I wrote you a letter
and I wanted it to be
in your hands today
but you left swiftly
after you punched in
your departing numbers
You didn't give me a chance
I wanted to give you
an ink filled parchment
that would put me on
the road toward the vault
that holds your very heart
I want to put on a mask
and creep into it
and pull it out
I'll run away with it
in a bag that is
dripping crimson
I might set off all the alarms
but I don't care I want you to know