Bleeding Out


HarsH ReaLiTy

Bleeding tears of life I grasp for understanding till the last moment. Till the last drop. My heart races as it pumps blood in vain, a hopeless pursuit to save what is lost. I am lost, but still in plain sight which makes the irony of the moment that much stronger. That much more painful. And as I die I do so before an audience and to the sound of their applause. A sound that matches the simple splashes of life as they hit the ground. As I bleed out.


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