Bruce

No More

Copyright, Bruce

Through the skin it goes
Sliding from wrist to elbow
Life in the form of a liquid flows from the wound
Staining all it touches a dark crimson color
A smile on the face for the sin within is flowing out
Wobbly did the knees become
The body succumbing to the weight
While on the knees the left arm opens the right
More life flowing from the veins
Soon even on the knees is too much
Falling backwards squinting into the darkness
Then the sudden realization that nothing wanted would be accomplished
Tears ran from the eyes soaking the now crimson colored clothing
Shortly even the eyelids are too heavy and they close
Finally no life is left to even beat the heart
Laying in the darkness a wasted body of a good person who
Wasn’t ever given the chance to be proven

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