Blood Cry

The blood that ran through my veins,
Now drips so slowly to the floor.
No wound bore them from me.
From no gash were they tore.
These are my tears of sorrow.
What binds me to dispair.
This is the poison inside me,
That only I breathe from the air.
It blackens as it hits the ground,
Forming pools around my form.
A slow and painful downpour,
Just before the storm.
With mind purged of thought,
And eyes shut so tight they burn,
This is my prison of misery,
Where death crawls nearer with every turn...