I'm letting blood for you.
Now.
Bury me.
Where I die just.
Here and now.
Nail my torn flesh to the cross.
Thrust a spear deep in my side.
I carried my cross long enough.
I wear my love like a crown.
Of thorns.
You.
Carried your cross long enough.
I wrote you a bible.
In blood.
With my bleeding heart on the cover.
And a teardrop on every page.
These wounds.
Will always.
Remember you.