Lie To Me

How long until these spiderweb veins are emptied? Your name is etched on every blood cell; there is no escape, just scarlet addiction. Razor-edged butterflies that flit 'round my throat, I know, it's only a matter of time. For how long could you hold the weight of such crimson obsession? How long could you hold your breath before exhaling me? And I know that yours is a silken collage of rose; gentle, lovely. In contrast I am consumed by a red-granite heart. You are my lifesource and I take more than I give, don't I? The whisper screams in my bones. The next tears will be blood, sweetheart.