Bloodwork

The air around you is clenching my throat so tight So blissful the revelation & poisonous is the salvation Bonded by the weakest ties of blood You're a threat for all those you've cared for Accepting the memories and then they're unclean Your death would be a bargain I'd be willing to break Never the one to partake in the efforts we have made To keep our heads above the foul waters of dismay I couldn't even fucking cry when I was told you might die The taste of blood is so sweet when I taste it off the edge of a knife No closure in sight, this part of me has died I've written this story without an end