Lake of Blood

Some things really hurt, you know.

I'm walking above a lake of blood, the blood that is coming from my bleeding heart.

Your golden spear is still carved there. You've carved your name on my heart, and now it will be there forever. You'll drain my strength, until you've taken all there is left to take. Until no more blood comes out of the crack. Until I die.

See what you've done?

*Iz