Words From The Infinity...

Blood in Rain...

Drops of blood,
Spits itself,
In open,
In the rain;
I laugh at the pain,
If that is not dead enough,
Why are these on my skin?
Falls,
Cuts,
Cuts me a few layers;
If I am not strangled enough,
To my last breath,
If my tongue doesn't end,
Dwindling:
If my words don't stop,
At my last of last breath,
And holds the smile, still,
Maybe worth some unit.
I am naked here,
Tell me about shame,
The savory mixture of my blood
and the water underneath,
This drink has saturation none;
Body is just a collection of dust,
Mind is the fiber of the game;
And lies, amusement of the pain,

O' thou soul!
I've already given in!

Death is nothing in front of this pain...