Drip, drip onto the floor
On the tile, under the door.
Puddles of blood stain and tears, flooding all of my fears.
I don't feel the pain anymore, There I am sprawled on the floor.
Blood is pooled around my head, flowing around me all the things that you said.
As my eyes lull back into my head.
I carved your name into the led of a bullet so they would have read.
That you were the last thing that went through my head.
My first poem...I will add more as soon as I can.
