there's blood everywhere

There’s blood on the carpet

It drips from my nose before landing on the already stained floor

I gave up long ago

trying to stop the crimson from escaping.

It always seems to find a way

out of my body

and onto the floor.

There’s blood on the carpet

and there’s blood on the walls.

I’m not sure how much of it is mine

and how much of it is yours.

If our hearts bled through our chests

leaked through our skin

and flowed freely out of the holes

in our veins,

would the blood land on the carpet 

or choose to remain

inside our hearts?

There’s blood on the floor now

not only the carpet

but the floor as well.

Not quite sure what the difference is

only that one sounds worse

because of the sheer amount of stain remover

it implies.

The blood’s still on the carpet

I think I’ll let it stay

I don’t even touch my nose

to wipe the blood away.

Blood from your heart

Blood from mine

They mingle mix and memorise

The beat

they once beat in time.

There’s blood on the carpet

there’s blood on the stairs

there’s blood on the walls

There's blood everywhere.