So thick the blood oozes from my wound.
So red as it creeps down my wrist.
My veins shall bleed out beckoning my death to be soon.
Fear punches my stomach with a tightly clenched fist.
My heart beat inclines pumping blood out fast.
My life passes before my eyes.
Ill meet my death at last,
In the pool of blood in which i lie.
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