Will (You, I) Bleeds Poem by Riano Harp

I will!
I will for I am now,
Though what is that will
But a yearning for life?

A heart beat gained,
Gained it's pulp
It's will it's own,
So for mine or it's?

Here, it takes on now
And ‘sucess' is shoned,
A mix of both, dressed in skin
Of different thoughts.

It's shape a will unkown
And I bleed all, I think
And too much as the blood is stopped
And the will has gone.

This section's shadow
Lights a meaning- what could've been?
You, I, will make its will
Or cry for will, will, will.

Will bleeds.
It's meaning shaped under floods
And when the will-water is drained
A new will is made.

Ha, Ha, Ha.
What is saved?
A meaning which doesn't exist?
Or that which bleeds mist?

Will you bleed?
Will you change?
Will you?
Will I?