Trust, always something dangerous
Weak and tired,
he lays there restless,
surrounded in his own warm blood.
Colder and colder his body becomes,
his breathing shallow,
his eyes growing dim and hollow.
His body heavy, his mind blank,
skin turning white then blue,
while his heart slows into that of an eternal sleep.
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