I have no blood left to bleed.
This eternal struggle robs me of my source of life.
Standing alone I shall die.
For it is all I need.
Pooled around me is my hope.
As it seeps into the cracks, I weaken.
With this I cannot cope.
Utterly alone I cry.
My smile has vanished.
Washed away by the blood I shed.
I cannot fight this.
I can only look forward....
...to death.
 

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