In the center of my eye's a small guillotine- <br />See- if you squint, you can sometimes see the frame. <br />In my brain’s the morgue, where the warm ones brought, <br />Sans heads, after the foul deed's done. <br /> <br />Every day, I must kill the ones who want love; <br />The ones who would have given anything for it. <br />Their unmarked graves are scattered about- <br />For those thoughts, unrequited- I must bleed out.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bleed-out-2/
