The crimson river

I shouted out his name, and got no reply,

I knocked on his door, and still no reply,

I slowly opened the door, and looked around,

I noticed the bottle first, empty and transparent,

I walked over to the bathroom door, no one there,

I turned around, and saw him there,

Half dressed, a crimson puddle surrounding him,

I dashed across the room, almost chanting his name,

clearly passed out, but still breathing faintly,

He had in cased his wrists, into his own silver shackles,

Which had dug they way into his wrists, allowing the crimson river to flow,

Two long parallel lines, dug deep into both wrists,

Trying to get him out of those shackles, wheres the key?

Next is all but a blur, next thing I knew the ambulance had come,

Red and blue streaked across my vision, seeing him there laid so still,

Looking down at my hands, covered in his blood.

Someone saying, Do you want to come with us?

Must have been a paramedic,

Do you want me to wash your hands? I said no, he was more important,

Watching them work with oxygen masks, forget to tell them he was claustrophobic,

Suddenly his heart stopped, stop his arrested!

They injected him with things I cant remember,

We have a heart beat! breathe of relief ,

We carried on racing all the traffic, and time,

We stopped, as did the siren and the lights,

The two men got him out, quite forcefully now I think of it,

Going down the corridor seemed to take a lifetime,

You cant go any farther, I'm sorry, well do our best,

Their best wasn't good enough!

Seemed like hours later, the doctor came out,

We got the alcohol and the tablets out,

Its impossible to tell how much he took or how much as gone into his system,

He never said anything about his wrists,

Waiting for him to come round as agonizing, watching as your best friend lie there motionless is beyond anything you could imagine,

His eyes opened, as quickly as lightening striking, he looked around,

Where am I? Hospital

Sorry, thank you, I'm glad I didn't go

He went ridged, heart monitor beeeeeeeeep

Doctors running around with injections, equipment

Time of death, 23.12, walked towards me

I'm sorry for your loss, there was nothing else we could do

Matt didn't want to die, he told me that!!

Looking down I still have his blood on my hands.