One Final Beat Poem by Crimson Love

Uncontrolled stagnant desires,
Fume at every small flame,
engorged-Bloodied,
Sipping at every stitch and seam,
getting every small dropp of poison,
upon the lips,
ready to take loves name.

Steady hands violently grab,
For the strings,
that control this unforgiving heart,
and pull upon every love,
and every desire,
I seemed fit to sate.

Finally I'll rest with the imprint,
of such painful lips,
pressed soundly against,
A Heart fleeting with one final beat.