out of rage and out of fury
you plunge your fist into my chest
blood makes you sick, but don't you worry
with veins of water i've been blessed
fracture my ribs, tear out my heart
your clothes will get naught but a splash
no stain of sin, fresh as the start
my gutted form falls with a crash
and suddenly, the shade falls down
you've killed me, through and through
the blood has soaked your dressing gown
dripping hands betray you
~mj