The Bleeding Heart

Droplets of blood,
slowly poured
out of her heart.
Still not even a gasp,
did she utter
from the throbbing pain.

In the pool
of her own blood,
she lay thus covered.
Salty blurry tears,
gathered like pearls,
in her tormented eyes,

An epitome of sadness
became her joyful face.
Smile and sleep,
departed her.
A sigh of mourning,
a heavy burden,
lay in the bottom
of her heart.

"It is time now
to kill the pain ! ",
her tired soul protested.
"No, i cannot,
i am unable to",
she said.

"I am now in sync
with this pain.
Let it grow,
Let it creep
all over me
till we become one
and then may be
it will hurt
no more...."