Blood Runs Cold

This choice, right here--it's infamous.
The war between the heart and flesh
unravels me: I'm fighting blind--
fifteen steps and still behind.

Do you think It matters now?
Is your heart unbroken?
Do you feel this bleeding heart
that's constantly cut open
and that's beating still--yes, in your hands.
Dead blood runs cold. You understand,
for once you let your heart explode
and cover your beloved--hold on to it, love,
and if you dare, place it in your rib cage,
bare from where your heart once used to be
and then you'll get the best of me.