Tears, Blood, and Bathwater

Examining this blood and water mixing,
Wondering how I can be alive, yet feel so dead.
 
Drinking in your air of hate,
As I watch its red fade to pink and then disappear.
 
Feeling the sting of remembrance,
As I fade into nostalgic memories.
 
Closing my eyes, in envy of peace itself,
As this catastrophe builds cobwebs around my heart.
 
Living with the stale cheese that was once your smile,
Drowning in this prominent dysfunction.
 
Shooting arrows of poison,
With your broken arrow,
As you fully hope to succeed in this murder.
 
Yet this blood is fading into a painful solution,
And I’m reminded of my own beating heart with disappointment.
 
Examining this blood and water mixing,
Wondering how I can be alive, yet feel so dead.