Flow of Life

by Silent X3 Suicide   Aug 18, 2005


The deeper and deeper I go
The more the blood will Flow
Down my hand in a stream of red
It drips to the floor while I lay Limp
The red comes to an end
in a puddle on the floor
Is this all there is?
Or will I spill more?

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