Untitled poem

The hot lava boils
pounding, pounding
through my veins
rushing, racing
never to feel the same
liquid heat glazes
the hills
red brimmed
and sore
let it be no more
and the drip tumbles down
staining the page.

I actually put a red stain on the page in my notebook that I wrote this on. This is supposed to be about heart break, about feeling like someone has stabbed you in the heart and you are crying as the blood trickles down. It is untitled only because I have never come up with a proper title that I think fits it well. Any suggestions?
~T~