Conversations with The Dead

Where is my heart that I hung on a thread?

    'Little girl, don't you know, your heart, it is dead?'

Then why do I feel such a pain in my chest?

 'Because secrets still bury their way through your vest'

Is that why there are burn marks all over my skin?

   'They are to remind you of all the places you've been'

And what of my mind, do I still have that?

 'My darling child, you're dead! Or have you forgot?'

But what of the blood, will that ever stop?

    'Oh no, little one, we don't want you to clot!'

But my eyes, they sting, and my face, it is raw...

  'Once you heat up your body will thaw'

Well that's quite alright, I suppose - but I think I'll go home.

    'But you have none sweet child. You're a ghost. You're alone'

But why, out of everyone, did you choose to take me?

  'Sweet little child, you chose it, you see'

Well that's silly ofcourse! Why would I choose death?

 'Because little changeling, your colour is red'

How funny you are, but I've had enough!
   
   'But how can you go home, when you've drank all your blood?'