Bloodletting

I’ll cut myself open,

So that you can read me

And stretch my wound wide

Are you sure you can see?

Blood never lies

And I won’t deceive you

Open your eyes

And feast on the sight of the truth

Let the blood flow, let the words go

I won’t make it any clearer than that

If you don’t understand me

Or can’t comprehend me

Here’s a pearl for swine:

I bleed in a rhyme

I’m afraid I might die out here

I want to bleed for you

I want to bleed for you

I want you to bleed for me too

Bleed for me too. Like I for you

Where is the line that divides

Fiction from lies?

Blood floods over both of these,

Makes them small, like two drops in the seas

I get so tired of being lied to. Don’t you?