Nothing ever changes with the way I feel.
Only scars can tell me what is real.
I’ll never be healed-
Haemophiliac Heart, what do I need?
Everyone bleeds.
Sugared pill stop the pain,
Eyes focus on the falling rain,
The view is still the same.
So what if I sleep.
So soft are my sheets.
The words I think are sore,
I cannot dream anymore.
There’s a pain in my chest, a familiar strain.
On my calendar is a dying day.
Black rims my life like a shadowing wing,
A birdwatching me decay.
Haemophiliac Heart will it take me away?
I feel it will come today.
Let the mourners know where I am
The earth is my final bed.
Tell them do not look for me overhead.
I am underground, for I am dead.
-Elsie