Hush. You shall not speak a word.
I know. It hurts doesn't it?
Quiet now, my dear.
Let your blood seep deeper into the soil.
Lay calmly on the ground. Lay in your puddle of liquid red.
Paint the ground with your Crimson blood.
For the flowers will grow from your scarlet touch and your sacrifice will make peace and tranquility.
So keep silent.
You are life.
