I just can't bleed anymore

Hopefully, more of an exorcism than pure self-indulgence.
Predictable, pedestrian and possibly prosaic, but it's me lost in an alliterative afternoon.

I just can't bleed anymore,

I've picked these scabs 'til they're raw,

False belief in devotion,

Has expelled all emotion.

I've shown my soul's true intent,

Within this lifetime I've spent,

Chasing ghosts and fantasies,

With the intent to appease.

I just can't bleed anymore,

Once a moment and a score,

Half this carnal's granted grace,

I have battled for a place. 

In a heart wrought full of stone,

None can find one's sweet atone.

But, with malice and contempt,

One can recoup the hour's spent.

Sitting idly by love's fire,

Graying coals exhuming ire,

Passions cool and love's winds wane,

As they steer love's fickle vane.

I can't bleed anymore.

Lost time lingering at locked doors,

Precious moments better spent,

Cauterizing love's lament.

I can't bleed anymore.