Crimson,
wet and warm.
My favorite color,
it runs red.
It gleams
in light.
Sun reflecting
in the pool
on the ground.
Blood is our
life source.
We need it;
we rely on it.
But it's, also,
very beautiful
to see
streaming from me.
Warm,
it rushes
down my arm.
Sensation,
warm and wet,
coming from the wound.
Pay no attention
to the pain.
The beauty
of it all
consumes me.
As my blood,
my glorious blood,
drips down,
the pain
in my heart
empties to
the ground.
For not only
is blood
our life source,
it holds
our thoughts,
our feelings,
and imagination.
Hopes, dreams,
cares, fears
drift away.
The sleep
of cold eternity
comes over me
as my beautiful,
crimson red life
pours to the ground.
I sleep for now
and forever,
never again
to get hurt
or injured.
'Till the world ends,
my days are over.
Now and forever
will the crimson
never run again.
