The tiny droplet
That holds
Little life.
The stuff that
Lives in
Veins.
The idea of a lusted
Possibility seems
to arise.
As the dark
Crimson liquid becomes
A tide.
Tears don't fall
They
Flow.
Stain the paper
As the
Crimson grows.
Blood Lust the
cause of
Lost Trust.
Frustration.
Hesitation.
Fixation.
On the fact of what is taking place
Infront of you.
What are you going to do?
Sit here and watch this episode?
Not even reading your friends code?
Until it's too late,
You can't stop their fate.
As if hope dies
You know that once blood is bled
You can't fight the crimson tide
And once your cold, soon you'll be dead.
