Looking at myself

Far from you
And far from home,
Away from the life
That I call my own.

Floating free
Above my body
Seeing, detached
Myself, wrecked and bloody.

Strange to see me there,
And watch him standing over me,
Holds a knife in his hand
My blood still flowing freely.

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