Stumbling through the graveyard
I can't seem to keep myself contained
Crimson down my arms, reminding me of what I did
The decision that brought me here
My legs tremble as I traverse the uneven terrain
Threatening to buckle beneath me and take away my choice
But I keep running
My indecisiveness prevailing as I stand
Seconds away from an unmarked grave
I pass tombstones of those who have gone before I
And suddenly I realize where I want to lie
My knees buckle and I drop to the ground
Not even noticing so much as a sound
Conscience depletes as the crimson completes its trek
And with a thought on my lips I succumb to the long awaited death
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KH
October 31st, 2018
