Given Poem by Crimson Love

Upon needles my heart is lain,
Pierced through such love,
Drops of blood consume the wood,
of this deadened tree,
Crimson seeps into the roots of such Decay,
Among life does death give way?
My life I wanted not,
shall be used by something worthy,
My Crimson love runs through the living,
This corpse has given everything given or had,
I've brought life to those in death,
in hopes that they might live.