Blood, Black & Dry

The knife slices through his chest,
and all that love he had to give,
spills out, down to the floor.

No longer drowning,
blood black and dry,
but suffocates nonetheless.

He scrubs it away,
and cleanses the blade.
For another wound,
he waits.

1, 2

Original line at the end was... Another wound, he restively waits. But now restively seems forced and redundant. Not sure yet...