C-L-S

Hours turn into days,

days turn into weeks. 

I can't get out of my head,

I get no sleep.

Scared to look under my bed,

because that's where my demons lay their heads.

You made me bleed,

I broke open your scars,

the crimson color running out of our hearts.

To late to stop the bleeding,

I can tell we're repeating,

now it's went through the bandages.