Promising Denial

And when there is blood,
There will be no pain,
The faithful retract,
From a faithless flame,

Twelve shots for one,
In a mesmerizing trance,
The frail mind will suffer,
From the death of romance,

Beyond me I lie,
In a devastating array,
of dead hope and blindness,
In a pale black bouquet,

For when i am gone,
There will be no pain,
For the love that was lost,
Left me covered in shame...