Lacuna Poem by Crimson Love

Discontinuity of this anotomical structure,
falls upon the place my mind is held,
Captured by the missing, I've been found,
Words of blood make there way to you,
Yet my words have become so hollow.

The blood I once wrote with has dried to dust,
My Crimson love has all but left.

My veins connot replenish,
they hold no more supply,
They try to weep once more yet they cannot cry,
Missing my Crimson....my very Love,
Who am I?

So sick, past the masochistic, yet I still speak of love,
Can broken words, find your ear?
Can they whisper their crys, and blood shed tears?
Listen the unwilling, You will never hear.