pooling
at my feet is my essence of life
I'm
frozen in time still holding the knife
mesmerized
by the dripping sounds I hear
not
a care in the world, no worries, no fears
snapped
back into reality by the doorbell
turned
to go answer, light headed, I fell
breaking
of glass, crash through the door
foot
steps came closer, found me on the floor
was
a moment too late, my savior, my saint
I
lay on the ground in what looked like red paint
don't
cry for me because I am dead
my
suffering is over, be happy instead
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