Feeling the life force running out of your body

In white hot streams of red

The light reflects from its perfectness

Such a beautiful thing, causing death

Adrenaline beating its way through your body

Burning you from insides out

The will to live surfacing

Too late to question and doubt

The claret drips onto the paving

You look at it and you sigh

Your mind in a confusion of thought

Ill clear that up if i dont die

Your body feels weak and your mind

Is wrapped in a thick confusional mist

Your vision is blurred and your covered

In the blood running out of your wrist

By the Hopeless Writer

PM Jarvis

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