Bloodshed and love.

She crumples to the floor in agony The impact of her words from it be All at once it's beginning and all at once the end. If life is so real, why must we die? From the words he takes a dagger to the present and he carves into it the shape of his heart into which he places such. If death is so real, why must we live? She recoils at the sight of blood Enveloping her is all of that which could be She bribes the past to wrecken with the present It will not surrener, too late. If love is so magnetic, then why seperate? He knows the future could never have his heart He hath chosen well For such a thing the damaging words would never allow Here's to the past, says he. If seperation is for love, then why be so magnetic? She longs for the present for as she has struggled with, she can only think of the future As of now as she grasps for love in the darkened light of despair. If your love is happy with you, then why make them feel unhappy? He sees a face in the hazy light that reminds him of blodshed and love producing a magnetism that yanks him forth into the future where ever it be. If your love is unhappy with you, then why make them feel happy? She chokes on a vision from her own words The blood covers the floor and in it she bathes and she weeps for a heart of the present for now of this is all she can think. If darkness is present in lightness, then why focus on the light? He takes a slow step, unsure of his footing and he finds himself on steady ground He's in a place where he can now feel happy away from the vortex of darkness and unsound. If light is present in dakrness, then why focus on the darkness? She gives in to the present at last and she, too ends up in the arms of love's past He approaches her with caution, and love She smiles for once and accepts him as he always was. If love is worth living then it must be worth dying and lightness and darkness are but illusions of the mind seperation must be magnetic, for love is the strongest and hope and faith play a part in it all.